he called it a blessin
When undesirable situations manifest themselves
say like ya broke
dog dies
bike stolen
and tha run down draggy feelin
squeezes loud enough
takin hold of insides like no other hardcore vice known
she appeared
Had the lotto win effect
He was cool though
maintained maximum composure while figurin out
zactly
how to get baptized in her waters
Knew it was gone be spiritual regeneration
generatin high energy velocity
A blessin
I mentioned that–right? That–that was what he called it?
Roots churned
cause she was on fire
a hot number he wanted needed
solace something to ease a man’s burden
help put the train back on the track now how to give a good
head rub
Loop de loops n slips n slides
vibrated up his spine
sure sign it was gone be spinnin wheel time
aint trying to rhyme
it was real
So he made motions to get in her way but to have it appear the other way
round
like she had tried to step in his direction first
Didn’t work
Move 2: “Oh excuse me”
His bump in the nite cause that was what he did p.m. time
appeared to be
(him hopin strong)
a misplaced push
by the masses of nite train travelers on to him on to her
She look back rolled eyes
understood more than what he gave her credit for
continued introduction: “So…you live around here?”
She nodded quick attemptin to side step his steps as she stepped up her
steps and up the steps to the outside
(not being in the mood for idle conversation)
He continued 3rd time now the charm: “Yeah I just moved around
here…seems to be pretty cool…names Panther…whats u’rs?”
she looked at him like torrential vapors comin down
spewin forth all wrath stored up after 8 hours of her no thanks
day gig
Disturbed not defeated he ducked icy eyeball volts
boltin towards him
came back with the real charmer
“Oh my mistake…4th time is the shonuff thriller
dealin with sistahs of the Brooklyn brown persuasion”
They don’t play that jive hubba hubba
lessin it’s coated with honey or pepper sauce
He carried a quart of each plus herbal libations
her it was
Drum roll please: “Hey don’t get mad imma nice guy”
Ultra Brite smile
Barry White baritone gone mellower
obsidian drenched skin
shaved head
yeah ’90s look oh lawdy pass the bread to sop with please
plus he was doin that mannish reek
(funny how she hadn’t notice him in all his splendor before…
musta been
oh never mind thats another bald headed story)
back to: The Mannish Reek
You know what I’m talking bout that hint of smell good cologne
mixed with summer sweat
lips of life and eyes to bath by
not no short bath either but one of them
l o n g
d r a w n o u t
bubbles galore
scented candles
little satin pillow to prop ya head up with
some Baduizm commin through the speakers…
Yeah he was reekin sweet after the hook sunk in her
so yappity yap Ha-ha ha ha’s
She upped the 7 digits
no make that 21
voice mail
work and Home
it was gettin good to her then
all that en guard shit
like she was preparin for a fencin duel
went out tha door
Called. Met him at his day gig. Exchanged first gifts.
All by day 3
(part of the rope a dope charm ya know…panther moves)
Things happen quick when you travelin on vibe time
So
fast forward to…
Warrior boogalooing
Brunchin over ’70s circa Ebonys
poppin offa walls…
Did I tell ya tha brother could sang too?
Mattress alleyooping
reachin sea level interplanetary travelin
pink hearts yellow moons green clovers
‘n stars ‘n stars as far as the eyes can see…
Then he
backed off
Panther moves
hard times had eased up see
started turning into good times…(no not that J.J. shit)
The Blessin
had worked
Good Grip
powerful backfield in motion
with some awesome biscuits and gravy…sistah could cook
washed away Why’s Whats goin ons?
Plaguin him before they met
things was looking up
getting bright
light blue skies
and then another’s eyes
He preferred “exotique” like kumquats
gingko
le fleur
masala
Said all was not figured with past configurations
“Need to clear some other stuff up…lets just be friends”
Said “I aint gonna forget how you made me feel like ten men…know what i’m saying…u got tha good shit girl…we gone stay in touch”
She smile clear
decided not to interject with injections of wailin blues
her hue had been spewin since
the Middle Passage
Decided not to break out the butcher knife
slashin jabbin cryin: “Mix this! mutha fucka! and this! ‘n this!
Instead: “Yeah its been fun glad u on your feet again baby”
See she had been there before
fillin spaces building mountains
allowin them/him to be
Strengthened
off her nectar
So it wasn’t no bitter sadness in her gleam
everybody’s gotta have a callin
a mission
a reason for being
Givin out ital food so ez
put her in the pantheon of supremeness
(I aint talkin Motown neither…well maybe Flo)
But more like Yemenya
Oshun
Billie
Bessie
spirits whose lace cover her shoulders
and who too have been known to give out blessins.
~ Tish Benson
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