Goodbye Brother

A brotherhood born in blood. A little more than twenty one year ago. Bonded in years of lusting silver platinum and gold. Partaking in the fat of the land. Awaking in the beds of queens. Stealing at night from our kings. Built an empire of our own. Filled with cages and traps for the best we found. Round the earth and deep in the valley justice finally came. To our place exerting its reign. My brother was captured by his own desire before and the enemy imprisoned him after. I rebuilt brick by brick the wall. Years past and a future shone through. My brother came home and I knew what to do. His room was ready and with maidens in wait. Oh what a party we gave. Now fifteen years later we are back again. The circle went round to the same choice as before. Which do I choose, life or death. Today I'm smarter and wiser. I know it can't go on. My brother is in the belly beast. It has eating him whole. Today I have let him go. A memory I keep of that redhead boy at nineteen. Smiling and happy looking ahead. Has me sad of the life he could have led.

My Woman

There she is the on dance floor doing what she does best. Her presence always takes the rooms breath. All the boys wish secretly they were man enough to have her. The whiskey has me watching this show in cocky amusement. To watch her is art in motion. She swirls the floor leaving trails of color behind. She grinds with the back beat as if an imaginary lover had appeared. Leaning in with a curl of those hips and rolling out with motions only a woman knows how to use. The view is heat and I lean back in my mind knowing I hate to tear away. Slowly I rise for the days toil has drained my body. With coat on and hat in hand I glance back at the dance floor. There she is with all the boys looking at her while she is looking at me. It’s a familiar glance we both know well. Even if I wasn’t older I still could not keep up with her. She is always full on like a beacon in the dark. As I leave the club I resist looking back knowing that if she just gives me the right look I will stay. I shrug my shoulders and think” Take what you can now boy’s, that lady’s mine and when she’s done with you, she comes home to me”. Sleep comes quickly for me and then there’s the dawn. I wake to hear the familiar moaning and creaking of our bedroom floor. Her bath has perfumed the air. Her warm body slides in gracefully beside me. My woman she curls up in and around me, slowly, purposefully, lovingly, all to whisper in my ear. "This is my man and I love him".
FTBAS 2010