Rainy Day Blues

Listening to water droplets tap on my window
I have flashback of our encounters
The soft caress of your skin next to mine, sends tingles down my spine
I'm engrossed with your love

As you whisper "I love you" in my ear, my body surrenders to your touch
You know just the right way to fulfill my every wish and desire
You play the melody of my emotions along my body with the utmost care
How is it that you mastered the language of my love so effortlessly?

Even now as I look at your side of the bed, I try to keep the memories of this morning alive
You've only been gone for a few minutes, but it feels like forever
"I hate leaving you in the morning", you said, followed by a kiss to the nape of my neck
Oh if you only knew how much I hate your departures too...

So here I lay, in this bed of ours...
Allowing the beat of the rain on my window pane to sing the sorrow of my heart
Come back to me soon, and erase these rainy day blues....

My Boy Langston...

In a brief conversation at work, the talented works of Langston Hughes were brought up. It reminded me of one of my favorite poems by this talented man. I thought it would be beneficial to share rather than to keep such gems to myself

Harlem Sweeties
by Langston Hughes

Have you dug the spill
Of Sugar Hill?
Cast your gims
On this sepia thrill:
Brown sugar lassie,
Caramel treat,
Honey-gold baby
Sweet enough to eat.
Peach-skinned girlie,
Coffee and cream,
Chocolate darling
Out of a dream.
Walnut tinted
Or cocoa brown,
Pomegranate-lipped
Pride of the town.
Rich cream-colored
To plum-tinted black,
Feminine sweetness
In Harlem’s no lack.
Glow of the quince
To blush of the rose.
Persimmon bronze
To cinnamon toes.
Blackberry cordial,
Virginia Dare wine—
All those sweet colors
Flavor Harlem of mine!
Walnut or cocoa,
Let me repeat:
Caramel, brown sugar,
A chocolate treat.
Molasses taffy,
Coffee and cream,
Licorice, clove, cinnamon
To a honey-brown dream.
Ginger, wine-gold,
Persimmon, blackberry,
All through the spectrum
Harlem girls vary—
So if you want to know beauty’s
Rainbow-sweet thrill,
Stroll down luscious,
Delicious, fine Sugar Hill.

*courtesy of www.poetryfoundation.org*