Charlene (1976)

Charlene (1976)
the scent of moonlight was trapped in my nostrils when    
chortles of the cockcrow overflowed from my ears and drowned my eyes announcing another chance    
a mere man-child    
my lanky limbs begged the aching between my legs to cease    
but I couldn't help but think about her    
she was licorice and smelled of nutmeg    
breakfast was calling    
my grandmother would pulverize tablespoons    
of charcoaled beans    
so's they'd simmer into liquid midnight    
there was cornbread    
honey toned like my grandma Lina    
eggs  if the chickens were layin' right    
but I loved my sips of coffee best    
slurping her in    
her texture warm and wet    
echoes of a Carolina blossom    
she became my tutor    
and I learned to slowly savor    
the notes of bull grapes and    
juniper and    
oak skirted in Spanish moss      
my first kiss tasted like coffee    
now coffee tastes like my first kiss    
Mornin' comes    
And I still ache like a boy.
Written by LobodeSanPedro
Published | Edited 21st Dec 2015
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