Molasses
for N.T-B.

so much sugar
how much sugar
you put in my tea

sweet girl, sweet tea

next to unbearable pleasure
she permits me

her touch, how warm
her caresses, arrest of the sweetest sort

honey for me and for my soul

hominy, harmony,
sweet milk in porridge
corn meal or Quaker Oats

no woman no cry
you make me so happy
in boots with your pants ripped

daughter of mine
used to drink grape fruit juice
last night I watched her empty
a glass of red wine

you with your bottle of beer
and your sweet breath

woman haunting me, hot in me

aught to be worthy
of her cheek to mine
of her arm around me, about me

death has to retreat
when life greets me
when she and I meet


© Obediah Michael smith, 2008
4:42 a.m. 04.12.08