She tells me I’m crazy.
And I laugh, and say,
"What about me makes me crazy?"
"Your obsession with women! It’s insane."
"It’s not an obsession."
"I know what you mean." She says as she takes out her cigarette.
It was a yellow spirit. She lit it and took a long drag.
I said,
"Listen I’ve had many many beautiful women.
And that is all well.
But, give me one truly alive woman,
Walking across that dance floor towards me,
then you can have it all.
The books, and all the poems I’ve written, or may write in the future. It’s all yours."
"I know what you mean."
"Do you know what I mean?"
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Kiwani Williams
I write. Not for the money, the glory, or the fame. I write because I have things to say and I'm sure that all of my friends and folks from the bar are tired of listening. Follow me on my journey to the center of the heart; yours or mine.
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