Stormy Weather

It is the dark rainy evening portrayed in horror movies. I sit by the mountain cliff, legs dangling off the side. My drenched hair and clothing cling to my skin but I feel no rain. They will come for me soon.

Knowing I had little time, my mind drifted back to the past few hours. The beautiful redhead in black is sitting in my parlor as I come in from Mother’s. I pause briefly to hide my shock and ask politely who she is. Her eyes widen and she calls my husband’s name. Happier than ever, he leisurely strolls into the room with her refill of champagne. Only after he saw me did his face and the glass drop. Instantly, rage overtakes me. How dare he? How dare she? Tears of anger blind me as I race from the room. My husband, Jason follows me through the house frantically calling my name. As I pass the guest bedroom, I see the letter opener gleaming red from the sunset. I grab it and hide beside the night stand. My husband’s calls grow louder and louder.

“Maam? What are you doing out in this weather?”

The rain has eased because I make out a police officer’s uniform. He is a thirty something bald man with pale skin and a whiny voice. I hear myself tell him that I was just out for a stroll. He tells me to come with him. I oblige and get into the cruiser, looking out the window to tune out the officer’s chatter.

My breathing slows as I hear the footsteps bringing Jason closer to my hiding place. Images of the woman and my husband streak through my mind like marathon runners. I can feel my sanity leaving my body. The maniacal personality of a scorned woman overtakes my body and murder overtakes my mind. I press my body into the wall as the door opens. A scream tears from my throat. It wasn’t Jason.

“Coffee Miss?”

“What? Thank You.” I did not remember getting out of the car or walking into the building. I tell myself to get a grip. Time never moves backwards.

“We’ll keep you here ‘til the rain dies back down.”

I cup the lukewarm coffee into my hands and look around the walls of the small town police station. The walls are a dingy white and all the chairs have ripped seat cushions. This place looks as dull as I feel. This is where I belong. Leaning back in the seat, I watch three other officers enter the room. They pause at the sight of me while the bald man tells them the story. I do not smile or blink; my mind carries me back once more.

Her hair is the most beautiful red I have ever seen. Her eyes are bright and her figure is flawless. At least he picked a gorgeous mistress. She walks toward me explaining the situation and trying to say soothing words. Her name was Regina. The name fit her youthful dignified aura. I am more irritated at her tone than the discovery of her in my house. I clutch the opener and lunge forward at her. A scuffle erupts. I fight like a madwoman; she fights like a guilty child. It ends in her blood. I stumble away as if in a dream. Gasping for breath, I drop the letter opener and lean on the wall for support. What had I done? The tears of anger return as tears of despair. I went from eating teacake with my mother this morning to a slain woman by my feet at nightfall.

I sniffle as my mind connects with my body. The officers are staring blankly at me. They probably know the situation and soon will put me behind bars. Instead of angry words or the click of handcuffs, I feel the warmth of a blanket against my shoulders. Another officer wraps my soaked hair with a coverlet and sits down in front of me.

At once they start asking me why a beautiful woman is sitting by herself in the rain. Where did you come from? Who are you? Are you married? I sip the bitter coffee as I tell them my name is Alexandra Mellon Jeffrey and I am still married. I live on 122 Sunny Haven and I was just out for a stroll.

After telling them several miscellaneous facts about me, they begin to bombard me with their pasts. I listen intently trying to gather names. Only one officer catches my attention. Lieutenant William Jones has prominent features and a stately presence. He talks of his deceased mother and beautiful young sister. His mother is the daughter of the millionaire of Charleston, Richard De Pointes. His sister is all he has in the world and he feels more like a father than a brother. They lived together outside of Charleston because his sister loves the country. Running fingers through his fire red hair, he eagerly shares his hopes and dreams for his eighteen year old darling. I tell William his love for his sister is respectable and I wish them happiness. He kindly smiles and says thank you. I ask him if he has any pictures of his family and he dashes off to search for his photos.

An officer named Kyle continues with a story of his Cocker Spaniel when the front door opens. My husband looks relieved to see me and immediately rushes to my side. Apparently finding a shovel does not take that long. I introduce him to the men coldly.

“Thank you, officers, for rescuing my wife. The rain must have gotten her off course. Now that the rain has let up, I can assist her to the car. We are going to take a trip to her mother’s.” I raise an eyebrow and push his hand off my shoulders. My mother only lives ten minutes away and Jason hates her. I see the young woman’s clear blue eyes in my head, suddenly wishing my husband had been outside that door.

I stand and thank the man that brought me to the station. As Jason and I leave and walk to the car, he whispers that everything is taken care of. He adamantly states how sorry he is and this was the first and final betrayal of my love. No one will ever know of his transgressions or mine. The sound of his voice turns my stomach and only cowardice stops me from running back into the station. As we pull away from the station, the young man runs out waving a photograph. I watch him slowly fade from sight in the drizzling rain, too exhausted to ask Jason to stop the car.

Watching the car speed into the darkness, William Jones finally lowers the photograph as his friend comes to his side. Alexandra was such a beautiful woman that he could not help fondness for her. He prayed silently that she would find comfort for the problems ailing her. Wanting to get home, he goes inside to collect his belongings. One of the officers stops him placing a hand on his shoulder.

“That Alexandra is a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, too bad I didn’t get to give her the picture. Regina would have loved her.”

Persistence Personified

Slowly you make your way into my mind
persistence personified
Even thou I try deep within
To trap you behind my defenses and away from my soul
For this love could be blessed or cursed
And I could care less either way
I want to speak so loudly that the world is awakened
But instead I sip my colada and just breathe
I have never been so shaken
The permanent damage your heat could do
The worlds you could collapse with your words
Yet magnetically pulled and pinned
I let you creep back in once again
And deep down inside my desires caress
My inner imagination
Could we potentially infect the world
With an essence only conceted when
We.....mmmm......slowly
I sip once again and I imagine this
blue hazed world in which we can indeed
Explore this passion that makes me smile
When you slowly make your way into my mind
And my fears are cast upon the sails of hope
What if....maybe.....potentially
And within that minuscule piece of time
you reside....completely
and within that minuscule piece of time
you are mine....completely
I don't know how to move, think, converse
When I'm around you
Yet away from you the galaxy stands between
Our time again
Our beauty is in perception
And for the first time....in a lifetime
I wish my ancestors had not formulated
such revolution and pride
Because if I had to choose between the blues and loving you
We would be together neath a weeping willow tree
Wouldn't care who was beating me
You see baby....I want us to be.....
Timeless, without end or reproach
The historical example of love personified
Then slowly my thoughts are interrupted
By you texting me
And we once again reside in a world
that inhibits and hinders
I text you back....and sip...and sniffle
Gently I wipe away the moistures of reality
And hope you will come over tonight
Why?
That maybe...that possibly....that what if
and within the span of time
Hopefully you will become mine
If persistence I personify.

Ode To Cologne

Luscious
The way that Givenchy
Hugs that curve within your neck
A single thought of you
Creates rivers
I lower my head
To compose the swimming
Debauchery that has formed
When envisioning our
Bodies behind smokescreens
I never forgot you
And I will always love
The exact pressure
You apply to my hips
And within my world
You will always exist
Among the silk stockings
And ruby red stilettos
That scent drives me so crazy
My baby
I need your heat, your sweat
That tingle from your teeth
I try to look into your eyes
They send me too far away
Beyond pillows and sheets
And into manifest destiny
You blow against my ear
To set me a sail into Aphrodite’s paradise
Adorned with the covers of lovers
That must smell of Kenneth Cole or Marc Jacobs
I’m sorry darling
I must turn my head
I am just not ready for the impact
Of this love and this love making
The room is quiet
But our shortened breaths
Create gaps in a lifetime
You whisper against my ear
I nod and the world gets hectic
For a few seconds
And as my nail prints begin to dissipate
We again can breathe normally
Lay my head
Within the curve of your neck
And let my head swarm
Envy? No…Dreamer Yes
And then your scent
Is covered by the heat and sweat
The romance is gone
Or perhaps never resided
Once again I see you
Beyond the haze of
Maniacal passion
Once again I can look into your eyes…
And I do
For a timeless second.

Desperate Little Girl

He was so beautiful to me
The skin of an African warrior
The body of a black linx
The presence of Julius Caesar
And I like my African heritage pre-told
Became his Cleopatra
His majestic moronic prize
Venomous to my soul
He led me down a Robert Frost two way trail
And I tripped upon all the footprints
He hugged me then pushed me
Kissed me then beat me
And All the while he was the conquering hero.
“Hail Caesar, we who are about to die, salute you!”
And once my legs were open
And my heart just as equally.
He pulled away the riches of Egypt
To Leave me in abandonment against the
Walls of Eden
And Still today
If my bow legged silky black linx
Rubbed gently against my legs
I would put my head in between his jaws.
Because I got used to the Sphinx and the pyramids.

DO IT

Do It
Ive got no where to go
And from what you think the wounds wont show
So do your worse
So you can see
Everything you do takes no place with me
Ive got concrete
running through my bones
I wont be undone
By no Love Jones
So Do It
So you can feel
My heart's reinforced steel
Theres no such thing as love's sting in my house
So before you pick your weapons and start running about
Understand that your plan
cant stand in the sand that I lay about mine
Please dont waste your time.
Like bees to lions
Like flowers to bees
Go on sweetie and do what you please
Cuz I know what I do
And I know you too.
And I can tell you this now.
Shit don't fly in my house.

Untitled

I speak truth because I rarely see it.
I am a lady because so few can be it.
I leave the drama to the crooks and thieves.
I leave the gossip and the plots and schemes.
I walk alone because so few can join me.
Define myself because they think its corny.
I cry my tears to meet my destiny.
Not to validate your thoughts of me.
I shake my head because they think its easy.
They do and then they sho don't wanna be me.
And so I turn my head to the side.
press on my pedal and enjoy the ride.
You see the moral of the story's simple.
The world wasn't born to be your kinfolk.
So I just ride steady think free.
And lean back, comfortably me.

Brothers....

And so I speak
I speak to the multitude that call themselves my brothers
I am yours in all that you do
Proud brown and strong I stand in the gaps made by time
I am the glue to our shattering culture
When your tear falls
I am already racked with grief
When your shout emerges
I am already creating change
And so I act
I am a Black woman
And I am yours
For all time
I will understand you
Stand with the ointment to heal your wounds
Stand with the dagger to face your enemies
I work tirelessly
To gain your approval
Which I value as much as my own
I am not above you
I exist with you
Don’t be scared by my achievements
Don’t be worried by my possessions
I still love you
I still need you
You are more precious now than I can say
But this is the day
To join me
So I can become
Everything you conjure in your dreams
Everything your mother instilled in you
I am your sister, in the purest form
I would never betray you….
So do not damage me.