Romance
| (c) 2007 Stefanie Worth |
When you said the words you swore you'd
never say, I thought instantly of birds in
flight, castles on the beach, rain in the afternoon
on our clenching bodies warm and wet.
But of course I knew you meant a partner for
the ball game when the fellas are away, someone to learn to
cook greens just like your mother and who wouldn't
scream (too loudly) in bed.
That's why I think you'll never hear those
words pass these lips. And have me barbecuing in the
rain, fixing dinner for friend-couples whose names I
do not know, sorting the linemen from the tight ends.
And hollering (softly) things that would make our mamas
shamed next to your body warm and wet.
(c) 1993 Stefanie P. Worth
Winner of the 1993 Paul Laurence Dunbar poetry contest sponsored by the Detroit Black Writers
Guild. You can find this poem in "Conversational Silences" available now through Lulu Press.
never say, I thought instantly of birds in
flight, castles on the beach, rain in the afternoon
on our clenching bodies warm and wet.
But of course I knew you meant a partner for
the ball game when the fellas are away, someone to learn to
cook greens just like your mother and who wouldn't
scream (too loudly) in bed.
That's why I think you'll never hear those
words pass these lips. And have me barbecuing in the
rain, fixing dinner for friend-couples whose names I
do not know, sorting the linemen from the tight ends.
And hollering (softly) things that would make our mamas
shamed next to your body warm and wet.
(c) 1993 Stefanie P. Worth
Winner of the 1993 Paul Laurence Dunbar poetry contest sponsored by the Detroit Black Writers
Guild. You can find this poem in "Conversational Silences" available now through Lulu Press.
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