RED DOOR

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Breaking, cracking, sinking, sunk.

Dunked, and stuck.

Stagnate and unmovable.

Red Door. Locked. No entry.

Neon green. Bright and effervescent.

Feverish, flailed and flipped

Back door. Enter. Unseen, Uncared, gaped and black.

Unashamed and free

They all scuffle through

A busy highway..the bustling metro…a crowded stairway. Locked and chained.

Crippled and drunk

stiff drinks and creased pants

lipsticks and compacts

short skirts and broken zippers

clean mirrors with foggy reflections

a peek from the corner

Midnight black lash, curled and fluffed

Her eyes, dark lined and smudged

an out-of-place mole, Dangled peacock feather

and fringed waist

a rip of netted stocking and red patent leather shoes

Butterfly Wings flap at shoulders

wet chins

sour lips

and dirty collars

empty pockets

dew dropped glasses

bare floor

silent jukebox

her arm in my sleeve..

vacant stairway, empty metro and deserted highway

One key

Red Door…Open

STUCK

.……I never meant for you to stay…But, you have.

I never thought you to be what I wanted…I only planned for you to be (just) what I needed for a short time. You were meant to be a band-aid, a temporary vice, a handkerchief ..a meaningless yet special secret.

You were meant to stay invisible… far away from my view…but now (YOU) are all I see.

I never really meant for you to stay…But, you have.

Stuck.

You’re stuck in my thoughts. Stuck between the pages of my work. Stuck in my morning, and cemented in my night. Trapped in my sheets and pillowcases. On top of me when I shower..hovering when I apply my lipstick.

You have attached yourself to my temples, lying along my forehead. Twirled around my bang. Curled within my brow. You crowd my space, my thoughts my words, my breath…

You’re here..trapped between my fingers, encased in my fingernails.

You’re right here..smeared on my thighs, shined on my shoulders, on the inside of my elbows. You’re pasted on my wrists…Ruby red on my hip. Your blue on my toe and white at my lips. Cool and moist on my belly, lined at my breast and pierced to my nipple.

You’re here..Right here at my ear lobes. Dangled around my neck. Dripped along my sides..You’re here..Right here..

Nestled between my legs and rested on my back.

You’re here..Right here.. tugging my hair and holding my hand, fastened and lodged deep into my chest

You’re all over me..Coloring me, Marking me, Naming me, and Calling me..

“YOURS”.

Her Face

She tells the story..
Ma-DON-AH

……She tells the story

of her beginning and end

her coming and going

Her eyes whisper

the joys of her children

and the heartaches of her love

and his struggle

The birds melodies vibrate along her skin

Wind chimes dangle from her fingertips

Flowers blossom in her hair

She wakes with the Sun and

sleeps to the Moons lullaby

She dances like the rain

The ground praises her by

kissing her feet with each step she makes

The mountains welcome her:

She climbs them with

DETERMINATION

STRENGTH

STEADFASTNESS and

UNDERSTANDING

On her journey she carries a staff filled

With the sweet liquor of

PEACE

And

SHE SMILES

A smile so bright that it shines light to upon the world

A smile so vibrant that it brings light to every heart

A smile that reflects all of the beauty that exists within her

EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL ON HER FACE

She is blessed by GOD.