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sitting in the lava hut with a cup of java and a banana nut
she chose a jelly roll with a cup of steamy hot black and bold
I sat and wrote whatever came to my mind at the time
while she read from the pages of a vintage covered book
she wanted to ask what I was writing about but couldn't seem to get it out
I plucked an ice cube from a water glass wanting to know the title but didn't ask
I suddenly stopped and let my pen drop reaching into my leather satchel for my laptop
she peeked over her book gave me a look as if she wanted me to stop
I did for a minute contemplating my next line while envisioning her arching her spine
I started to tap touching every letter on every key I stroked and stroked
while watching her pause and take a sip how the rim of the cup touched her lips
feeling the moisture on my fingertips perspiration, aggravation, anticipation swept my mind
the chemistry between us was like some kind of dark magic her potion was like lotion
smooth and creamy none for me I like mine black and strong African and Nubian Queens
she looked at the time as if she knew in my eyes saying not my type don't think it's right
the skins too light I like what I like I continued to write she stood up smiled and walked away
a beautiful conversation between two with nothing in common just my mind slipping away
into another zone mind too far away from the motherland trying not to get caught up in the other land
like writing with my other hand too sloppy to understand why I let my mind slip catch it before it hits the ground and back in shackles I'm bound
