Monday, October 11, 2010

I Love you...

I love you…

And I will miss you,

I will miss your dark beautiful skin, smooth as the desert sand duns, sweet, and shiny, as glass, tempting me to touch

Your long stilted legs holding you high above anyone you stand next too, even though you think your above everyone, but your not.

I laughed with you.

I love you…

I love the way you walk so high and proud with both arms cocked back to wave from side to side behind yourself, most people did not know this walk, but I knew it.

I personally called it the George Jefferson walk…I mimicked it...I adopt it….

 

I love the way your character is so smooth, ridding each wave without a crash, but so outrageous, as a peaceful morning then a raging storm, tearing and ripping everything in your path…Your so obnoxious….

 

Many foreigners know your dismay and have seen your destruction and disliked you, some even hate you, they talked about you at lunch time, But I hated them for it, they would tell me jokes about you for I to laugh, but I would not…

 

They do not know the light of your beauty, your glow, your immense pride, your never-ending strength, always for a fight…

I have become of you, I like to be like you, I see myself hairless, dark and beautiful, like you,

Can I be like you…?

 Your different and special in every way, so far from weakness and yet so close to wickedness, I cry for you to change…

But I love you…

 

I love the long stroke of your neck, turning in each beam of light is a master piece of art, pure gifts to my eyes, so wiry and tall as giraffe, stronger than a ox, able to carry any amount of cargo for miles of travel….

Anything you have to do to take care of your children, anything to survive…

 

You woe me, make me feel easy and calm as the breeze, chilled free and laid back, your danger excites me and keeps me alive, as if dancing with a black mamba, you may lose your temper and strike me at anytime and I lay there and dye in your arms my lovely…

But God protects me…

 

My sweet dark chocolate, so sweet, so bitter, I do not like dark chocolate, but you like me, you entice me to your nature, your dance, your drum, I grow closer to you in each field of the day, beats of your songs call me…

 

I run to your dancing and join you like a fitted piece to your puzzle, I jump to your beat, our thighs ach, our sweat drips down our bodies and bounces off my chest and your back, as we jump to our backward motion, my shoulders bounce back into the air with my hand at my side, you in front of me bouncing your back, bending it to a Bo, popping it to such a rhythm we both ride with such grace, cupping your hands to your breast as we dance, both of our bodies so tired, but we don’t stop…the drum persist, we persist, dancing into the moon light…all night long…

  engulfing myself into your soul with each bounce to my feet,

Your feet…

Your feet can describe your character that lays in you, beat up and dirty, old looking at the age of young, but strong, thick, and durable, ready to take on any terrain, better then any, sandals, shoes, or boots, pace to pace they go, slam to the ground and pounds the dirt and separates the dust as the red sea, as you sit they tilt up and the ball of your feet stay rested on the ground shaping them into the way of a rabbits feet.…

 Your teeth…

As white as the moon, bright as the dry season sun,

Your eyes…

As a shine to marbles, shaped perfectly into your face, they sink in and reach out for my eyes to gape…

Your shaved head…

Bald and shiny as the globe,

dented and scared as your soul….

 

I love you…

I love your long extended arms, filled with pulsating veins spread out and parting as the Nile… You intake me, you give me many things to think about, you have changed me, you have tried to kill me on many occasions, you made me stronger, not to fear you, bolder, wiser, you let me experience you and explore your body,

I have swam in your rivers, drove through your mountains, laid in your fields, breathed your breath….

O you are such a foolish girl….so lost…so blind….

Pray God adopts you for I feel your end too near, or hurt cry,

But now you smile, and I the same,

I love you….

I love you Sue…

I love you Monyjang….

 

And I will miss you.

 

1 comment:

  1. I still miss it. I miss them with an odd mix of frustration and excitement and hopelessness. With the kind of love that burns deeply and stands defiant expecting a blow, with indignation and disgust at those who mock what they find disgusting but do not understand.

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