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Whatcha Say?

Whatcha say? Say it again, and remember it later.

In the middle of the night, when one or both of us can’t sleep

Something about a lover that seems to be on the same

Inner clock, two-stepping, between dreams

Whatcha say, ahhh. That’s sweet.

You laugh with your eyes closed tight

Deep into the ripples remind me of notes being born

What if I chose to say I love you, take it out of my mind today

Been on my mind, just waiting for the right time

This kind of love ain’t a whisper, I tried whispering in the shower

While you were washing your hair, jasmine and steam were rising

I love you. I whispered.

You tilted your head back into the force of the wa’ter

Could you help me? I rinsed your hair, you didn’t hear me

Now listening to your laugh, looking out at the world, looking at us. One day, I’m saying, ‘Babe, I love you. For now, I’ll hold you while you laugh.

A Southern Novel of Mosaic Myths and Memories, Jovelyn D. Richards

here you be, dark, layers of darkness

all tumbled together in you skin, sweet.

you know darkness is creation, and called upon

the sun to serve its glory, your skin speaks that calling

easily.

birth, life, dreams, soft laughter, sweet tears,

run and tumble in your arms your baby love to play

as you did. You miss your mama, or she’s still claiming those

earthly kisses and hugs.

Is she gone to that place where they say ancestors speak another tongue.

Chile’ sigh. Ohh the lovely memories she left behind

claim em all, even the ones that take you under the covers

you all wrapped in the pain how could it be possible

that the belly you lived in and knew her heartbeat so intimately

first memory of life in her eyes. Still… breath… hum… did she dance sometimes

you dance for her now.

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