Little Spiky Afro

Little spiky afro, dancing in my dreams
Seeping in, between the seams
It seems

That this feeling won’t ever leave me alone
Messages on my phone
Remind me of the skin tone

Little spiky attitude still beating in my chest
Still bring out the best
Listening to all that’s been confessed

That feeling won’t ever leave me be
Still the key...in the lock...freeing me
Mentally

Loosening the chain tied around the brain and driving me insane

Hyper-electric smile sending me into overdrive
Reminding me I’m still alive
Still looking at the clock, until five

Until the clock stops ticking and tocking and ticking
Until the thought stops sticking and stopping and licking

My brain, still insane, still in pain, can’t contain

The brand new feeling, still deep, still fresh, still stealing
Still healing
Still un-breaking and un-cracking and unwinding the ceiling

Undoing the pain and restoring the smiles
Laying in bed, for miles and miles and miles
Brown flesh, warm and smooth and sticky against tiles

Erasing bright smiles, giving way to sighs and moans
Hands, sliding down brown-fleshed tones
Giggles and smilies on cell phones

Little spiky afro, the crown on her head
Against the pillow, laying in bed
Listing to the loving whispers I have said

Little spiky afro, dancing on my mental beams
Dripping and sliding between the seams
The only woman in my dreams