LUST

Lust

She makes my heart beat
Sounds of Africa Drums
When ivory faces
Sailed a shore of the motherland

Her cotton fabrics
Elaborates her pear shape
As I walk closer to her
Aroma: is sweet and low
Citrus fruits, sprinkled with splenda
When she speaks
She is a symphony of trumpets and violins’

I look into her eyes
And
I see my future
My sons, daughter, my grandchildren
My home and my grey hair

Then she passes me by
BYE!!!
She was just
A
Dream Deferred

By Wakime Sharri Hauser