Sharmagne Leland-St. John, 21 may 2012
I Said Coffee
I said coffee
I didn't say,
"would you
like to cup
my warm
soft breasts
in your
un-calloused,
long,
tapered,
ringless fingered
hands?"
I said coffee
I didn't say,
"would you
like to
run your tongue
along my neck
just below
my left ear-lobe?"
I said coffee
I didn't say,
"would you
like to
hold me
in your arms
and feel my heart
skip beats
as you press your
hard lean body
up against mine
until I melt
into you
with desire?"
I said coffee
as we stood there
in the jasmine
scented night
my car door
like some modern day
bundling board
separating us,
protecting us
from ourselves
and lust
I said,
"would you
like to go for
a cup of coffee?"
I didn't say,
"would you
like to brush
your lips
across mine
as you move
silently
to bury your face
in my long, silky,
raven black hair?"
But you said,
"I can't
I'm married
I can't trust myself
to be alone
with you."
so I looked you
dead in the eye
and repeated
"I said coffee"
2007 Pushcart Prize nominee
Sharmagne Leland-St. John, 21 november 2011
Peace is the goal the peacemakers say
As they taint with their hatred the U.S. of A
There's no use denying
The eagle is dying
Our grandchildren will suffer for the debt you can't pay
Like Hitler you hold them at Guantanamo Bay
"They're suspected of being al-Qaeda" is all you would say
"What if they're Taliban, or by God something worse?"
Will this country survive your treacherous curse
With the blood of the innocents, is this how you'll pay?
You've pillaged and ruined in your inimitable way
Destroyed many a village, returned them to clay
You've murdered and maimed
For peace as you've claimed
Generations will suffer for what you’ve done here today!
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