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    MAHOGANY CHAISE(4 JUSTINA)

    Piano

    Awakened by a chorus

    from the whipporwills

    in a dreamscape

    I see you and I

    walking through a lush meadow

    in the andean hills

     

    Bless my foolish heart

    as it beats with anticipation

    yet my reality reduced

    to an amalgamation

    of past love sensation

    a secret visitation

    upon the eve of our wedding vows

    pausing to dab perspiration

    from your lovely brow

     

    I wake up and walk

    into the kitchen cove

    and set water to boil

    on the antique stove

    our love assailants

    too numerous to defend

    plucking from the cupboard

    your favorite african blend

     

    The aroma cascades

    like a mountain stream

    trickling into a reservoir

    of my memories

    macbethian tragedies

    our camelot made of wood

    burning ferociously

    sparked by the careless embers

    of my petty jealousies

     

    How ironic that in the midst

    of war we were so close

    our love that once spoke so eloquently

    now refuses to be verbose

    I settle in my favorite chair

    and peer across the room

    the early morning gloaming casting

    a shadow upon my gloom

    from the loom 

    of love we weaved our tapestry

    and now scene three

    of our tragedy

    to be or not to be

    I pour a cup of freshly brewed coffee

    the dark hue reminding me

    of loves evil face

    a drop of sweet cream

    a teaspoon of carribean sugar

    sweeten to my taste

    yet still tears saturate

    my ebony face

    as your robe rests  forlornly

    upon your favorite mahagony chaise

     

    Ignoring messages

    received the previous night

    only bowing to exhaustion

    for sleep is a demon 

    i valiantly fight

    for when i close my eyes

    I only think of you

    and even now when sipping a cup

    of your favorite african brew

     

    I remember old school romance

    from the tip of your fountain pen

    I see you cuddled in your afghan

    such blissful love vibes 

    your body would send

    yet 

    like falling rain

    from the gravier romance tome

    the downpour of romance is falling

    but you are not at home

     

    Our fate in lockstep

    with Phillip and Nicole

    the characters in your book

    remember when in the Andean Hills

    we kissed in perfect syncopation

    with a babbling brook

    but alas

    the earth shook

    and dislodged our hearts 

    once so secure

    i close my eyes and imagine you

    walking in the door

     

    where loyalties lie

    hearts know not

    as time passes by

    time ebbs and flows

    the passion

    the throes 

    regret cannot quantify

    oh how i wish 

    we could have remained

    isolated from the restless horde

    you my queen of romance

    i your knight holding aloft

    my righteous sword

     

    uncanny how fiction

    starts to resemble our reality

    twisting the script 

    on a timeless bond of intimacy

    two hearts befouled

    by siren songs in the mist

    faded images of moonlight escapades

    and sublime romantic trysts

     

    Can a screenplay

    ever hope to convey

    the depth of our sacred love

    when the heavens opened

    and our names written in the clouds above

    the whipporwills

    cease their melodic song

    and fly away in haste

    as your robe rests forlornly

    upon your favorite mahogany chaise

     

     

     

    I dedicate this piece to justina wheelock

    my dear sister whose inspiration to my muse

    cannot be measured

    justina wheelock is the author

    of the black romance novels

     

    Like Falling Rain

    Where Loyalties Lie

    Twisting the Script

     

    In addition my dear sister is a marvelous 

    screenwriter and poetess

    Lady Justina

    from dgreaves the poet

    to you with admiration

    affection and absolute respect

    chao

    chao

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