In Praise of a Tar Baby

Touched her just a little, And got stuck
Touched that pretty Blackness just one time
And there was no prying my fingers from her skin.

Even with distance between us
There is no way to undo the feel of her touch upon me
No way to remove the mark she's made in my heart

Neither time nor space can fade the impression she's made
In my mind. On my soul

The totality of my being
The intelligent man And savage beast that I am
Is hers

Fully captivated
By this Dark ass
Fine ass
Sweeter than honey
Sexy woman
Whose skin shimmers like heat rising from fresh asphalt after a summer rain
And looks absolutely delicious
As tantalizingly sweet as warm chocolate melting slowly in the midsummer sun

She has me captured
She has me enraptured
Has me wanting, needing, and loving her
And her Blackness

More than I ever imagined I could love anyone besides myself
More even than my Mother
Or a girl child of my own creation

As I lay beside her
Arm round her shoulder
Her head upon my chest
I feel a part of her;
and her, also, a part of me

Connected more tightly than Brer Rabbit to his own Tar Baby
Held just as strongly
(Yet free to leave should I choose)
To her Arms
Legs
Belly
Feet
And face

Kept firmly in place
Not by sticky deceit designed to bring about my demise
But bonded by a love so Powerful
So deep and deeply rooted
That only Our Creator could have put within me such a primal, instinctual need that I simply must (If I am to be completely honest, and true to my needs)
Have
Hold
and Cherish
This lovely, Black ass girl
That he obviously put here just for me

Why else would I be so caught up
and Crazy
and Twisted
and even Scared
and indescribably Happy
And, oh so totally, at peace

If not for the blessing of a God who was showing off when he made her
And being extra generous when He sent her my way

He said, "I sent My Son that you would have life and have it more abundantly"
and "I give you this woman,
That you know the reason you live"