This poem was precipitated by my asking for a word, and my friend Holly providing it. I’ll admit, that was a strange word for me to start with, and halfway through, I wasn’t to pleased with the direction, but I think it panned out.
“Goaaaaal,” floated off your lips,
Slow like honey,
Awkward, not that the words mattered,
Your eyes averted, your hat pulled down and tattered,
You raised that glass to your pouted lips and took a sip,
Slow like honey,
Your eyes in mine, the lights drawn low,
Deliberate movements, love taken slow,
I tasted you, and you dripped from my lips,
Slow like honey,
Streetlights through the blinds, draped your form,
Our coital embrace, was a violent storm,
The uncertainty we shared was mutually shorn,
Slow like honey,
You awoke in the morning, tired and disabled,
Trying to wrap your mind around last night, you were unable,
I did not run away, I left my number on the table,
Before I exited, slow like honey.
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.
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