Missy

Anaspeptic
So, there she was
A top-grade student
Her voice pitchy
Yet she was the gurl
I wanted
Separated by a wall
My heart could only reach
And my mind, imagine
She was a distant memory
Till recent
Held her in my arms
Her eye twinkled in the dark
With her head gear
Neatly made
Truly African
My façade vanquished
Naked we were
Before one another
Yet in clothing
Feelings made bare
I saw me in her
In our own space and time
I shudda kissed her
Then, it was over
The moment yanked from under our feet
Like a rug, pulled from a table
Reality set in
She was owned, but her soul
Mine.

Bake…