Monday, August 24, 2009

Another recovered poem

Found this in a notebook... wrote it about 2 years ago.


Mocha


"Mocha brown, I lump color with sound,

and texture fair like Knotty hair.

No pun, no pun just mocha brown.


And taste like salt or Reese's piece

like chocolate wedding cake.

Like she, like she, ya weh.


Fond memory- mocha eyes,

find safety - knees and thighs

and feet, and feet and gaps in teeth.


In days for hours. Four hours in bed.

Lump sheets mix feets mix memories.

Life story, life story mix sheets and teeth.


No word for punny- a pun for a word.

No name like YHWH has ever been heard.

New words, new words on tiny screens.


And call thousands of miles or drive five hours?

I fathom blissfully. I debate endlessly.

No answer, no answer yet hastily.


Mocha skin. Iranian. Trapped serenity.

Quiet mystery- half secretary, half lost in admiration.

No surprise, no surprise trapped in mocha eyes


Mocha dress, jacket too-

just several days - mocha shoes.

I'm lost, I'm lost I'm confused."