on Blues Dancing
( a note to the characters)(based on the novel Blues Dancing by Diane McKinney-Whetstone)
WARNING
: Strong Adult Language
damn Johnson
for opening her tight
wet / center / like he'd discovered
a velvet pouch filled with rare precious stones
and for melting inside her / designating
himself as her Savior
gotdamn him for injecting that searing
mind-numbing dragon in her vein / forever
hooking her in mindless dependency
sweet fine-ass motherfucker / gotdamn him
for leaving her that open
and damn Rowe
for gaining her trust against
a pure & dangerous love / one
so absolute / she needed
a buffer to demarcate the edge
of dreams & reality
gotdamn him for manipulating her
into an eternal victim / fucking her vulnerable
so she'd stay cowering beneath
his tainted wings / indebted
to him for gathering her scattered pieces
pervert—didn't that shit feel like incest
and Verdie, damn your ass too
for letting Johnson dissolve inside
your rich /southern body / begging
him to soften your existence with his poor man's misery
i hate you for being weak / for craving his weakness
and fuck you for letting Rowe slither
inside your defenseless / wet pussy
offering it up in gratitude / then years later
as a pacifier
fuck / you / for / giving / up / your / POWER
fuck / you / for / failing / to / recognize
you / have / POWER
and to you Diane
damn you for thrusting Verdie's vacillating ass
o
w
n my throat / tasting too much
like me
Copyright©2000 Stacy M. Floyd
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