The Life and Times of Misty Blue....(a short story) Part 1

Diamond awoke to a beautiful Monday morning. Sun was streaming through her bedroom window and illuminating the entire room. She stretched lazily and smiled to herself as she thought about last night. Lamar had come by after his late night shift at the club and they had taken a bubble bath together and made love until nearly 4 am. She had met him at the door with nothing on but pink panties and a matching bra. She knew that was his favorite color; knew it would please him immensely. It had been the color she was wearing the day he walked into the salon to get his locks tightened. The color she wore on their first date. And the very color he chose for the first dozen roses he sent to her. It had been an exciting 6 months for Diamond. It felt good to be in love again. She was finally relaxing her boundaries and beginning to feel again. The smile on his face when he’d caught sight of the soft pink against her caramel colored skin made Diamond giggle like a little girl. He immediately wrapped those long arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Something about the way he slowly, but firmly gripped her waist made a sweet sigh slip from her lips and they kissed like long lost lovers with the front door wide open and the midnight air pouring in. “Hi baby,” she finally whispered. She was on tippy-toe, stretching to fold her arms around his broad shoulders, pressing seductively against his 6 foot 3 inch frame. He began to tickle her and they tiptoed and shhhed one another down the hallway; trying hard to contain themselves and keep from waking the boys up. Tre’ and Devon, ages 9 and 11, were not very receptive to any men in Diamonds life. She had to keep most of her relationships or indiscretions separate from them. They didn’t understand why she couldn’t wait for their daddy to get out of jail. But 10 years was a long time and Diamond was getting tired of coming home to an empty bed. Lamar seemed to understand her need for caution. He respected it and that made her love him all the more. He didn’t even trip when she insisted, no matter how tired he was, that he leave before the sun came up in the morning. Once behind closed doors, Diamond turned up the music on her stereo. Miles Davis was bouncing off the walls and sending vibrations through the air. They talked in whispers and sometimes not at all. Mostly they communicated with their hands and their eyes; lips anxious to tell of emotions and bodies ready to convey a passion that didn’t even need words. Lamar was a patient lover. It was nothing for him to spend an hour just kissing her. He called it becoming familiar. He would abandon her lips to become familiar with the rest of her and Diamond loved every minute of it. They must have been really caught up in the moment; truly engrossed in the task at hand, because neither of them remembered to lock the door and neither one of them had noticed when it opened.





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A lot like LOVE!

(for the one that slipped in unannounced.)

heart all a flutter
melt like butter
try to talk and i stutter
this feels a lot like love
smile when u near
anxious just to hear
petrified with fear cause
this feels a lot like love
always want to be kissing you
surprised when i find myself missing you
with a four leaf clover i'm wishing you
felt the same
knew my middle name
we'd would stop playing these games
this is too closely resembling love
mind in a daze
trying to come up with 1000 ways
into your eyes i'd like to gaze
because there is where
it looks just like love
the scent of roses fills the room
my heart is in full bloom
i think i'll have to tell you soon
that this smells a lot like love
heart beating, racing fast
can't remember the last
time i felt this way
call you
don't know what to say
ask about your day
just to avoid the true intention
each time i neglect to mention
that what i'm feeling
is a lot like love.........to be continued.









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Out of Time

In Memory of Lil Cuz

I remember summer
Playing around
Racing one another
Sporting Converses
In all different colors
You looking out for your
Little brother
The minutes were slipping away
Wasn’t wearing no watch
Wasn’t looking at no clock but
It was just a matter of time
Thought you’d be the Mayor
Or the President
Even at an early age your
Intellect was evident
I can still remember your smile
How we used to laugh a while
Taking chances and running wild
The hours were slipping away
Wasn’t wearing no watch
Wasn’t looking at no clock but
It was just a matter of time
You went left and I went right
Our lives, like two ships
Passing in the night
Days turned into weeks
Weeks turned into months
Got harder and harder
To keep in touch
The world was changing,
We in such a rush
The days were slipping away
Not wearing a watch
Never looking at a clock but
It was just a matter of time
Before you finally beat me to
The finish line
Your memory will remain in this
Broken heart of mine
Wishing I could turn back the hands of time
Go back to the summertime
Stop the time
Hug you tightly one time
Race you down the street for the last time
Tell you to be careful one more time
Say I love you for the last time
But instead I’m just checking my watch
And watching the clock
Realizing that
You have slipped away
and we have run out of time


RIP - Troy


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