Washed

Soak the pain and strain from my body, hands and fingers.

This soul needs, a cleanse, with some Anthony Hamilton.

Dude, singing, like plate of BBQ chicken, macaroni, pie, sweet potato and

some collard greens.

Coupled with a side, of coleslaw, meaty, crawfish

catfish, "fried hard," in a cornmeal kind of backup

singers, singing some crispy, soulful sounds.

Lingering in the warm, bubbled waters, swirling over, my sacred, curves.

Easing my nerves, into a Sunday Dinner on fine China flatware.

Warm cornbread with a square of sweet cream and butter, dream state.

Soapy glass-colored bubbles,

dance a ballet over my areolas.

Waves of trumpet sounds, lull over a savory gravy, guitar base.

Pickled piano solos, and creamy mash potato riffs.

Ooh!

Coupled with a bluntly rolled, spliff.

For that extra, introspective, lift.

"Day dreaming and I'm thinking of you."

Moonchild.

"I know that you'll be leaving soon."

© I.M👄me😘 xo (2019)

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