The Benefits of Friendship

So much has happened since the day we met.

We passed over introductions and shakes of the hand

In exchange for quick smooth moments on the dance floor

Where our bodies were introduced by the bass line and snare where

We bumped bodies in the places that mean the most to us

You moved me away so that I wouldn’t give away

My samba secrets to the on-looking admirers

Bobbing heads and sipping their fantasies from white stirs

Licking lips like lions and tonguing their teeth,

Nodding heads in approval.

If I were to bend over

I would so be worth

Their ten dollar cover

The seven dollar sip

And the denial of the other stiff women who wouldn’t

Rhythmically position their round asses in front of them.

You didn’t know me yet but your body language protected me.

You waited for your turn and for my invitation

To accept your mode of phone contact

The numerical code

Thumbed by left and right that would further introduce

deeper conversation the next night.

You came over from down the street

Six significant minutes of a trip for us to meet.

Laughter and hugs after a little bud

Was confirmation that the

preservation of suggestive movement in public

Left us with, creative sex secrets for each other to

Experience exclusively extraordinarily expressing,

exit and entrance strategies

You would never be mad at me

No exercising dramatically at one another.

Just good vibes and frequent highs and hellos to the other folks we know

Staying silently loyal to the solemn statements of honesty between our encounters

We were doing the grown up.

Respectful and unregretful

We pulled and we pushed

Spent and accepted

Both having driven and ridden

through the crucial years of my womanhood

I was cradled and cared for and shown chivalry in the rawest form.

The flawless formality of the arrangements of our arrangement

The knock at the door and the smile upon entry

Before I screamed and begged you for more

And gasped upon your entry

Handing over the remote control so you

Could scroll through the late night guide to see what you could find to laugh to

And kick my ass to in a game of bones

A game of boring stories of Exes and Hoes

I mean flooring scores of X’s and O’s

Trees and Homes

Ivory lost keys of pianos

A Notes gone B for bad

Jumped out of the grand formation

Their sterile organization of notes and flags

and pedals that have been depressed for holding A notes

so long to extend their length. They were spent,

So these rectangular white doves up and went

Their black half-step children splattered upon them

Like the evolution of Dalmatians.

Speckling their pearly parents for symbolic numeric accuracy that

too often ended in you beating me but when,

I did beat you It felt so good to

Then you

Tried to say that you let me win.

And I hated that, when I let reality set in

The evidence would prove sometimes you did allow me

To commit that sin

Quite possibly for your own enjoyment at the sight of my grin.

We would bet.

Bet Black N’ Mild runs

And play to see who, would run to,

The kitchen or to the store

To grab more, one or two

“Nah Ni99a this Black’s on you!

Because 5 plus 3 plus the double 6’s equal TWO

ZERO BABY! YES! I’m the big bones hero!

Big boned in the mirror

Thickness everywhere

Hanging here and bouncing there

You didn’t care or stare or dare judge me

Still you never hoisted a halo above me

Action and compassion would tell anyone else you loved me

But it was better than that

We held it down for years with only the proper strings attached

These recalls just reminded me again

Thank you for sharing with me

The benefits of a friend. 

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