Come Lie With Me

Come lie down. Beside me there’s no other. Push my firm words inside your head, my hard love, ‘cause tough love crack tough skull. You’re revolving on the rim. Come, come down to me, a stream of knowledge. A woman was here. Inside my head I hold books. She went with bungalow and children. Children are children; like monkeys they mimic Her every step painted in vivid green. Come, come lie down. Beside me my story is. The truth is never a tale spilled from sweetened lips. Come, come down here, come lie down. Beside me there is none that can whisper this chronicle, my chocolate story – bitter-brown – composed with blood and feather pen. Sculpted in her head is her post-colonial self. Come taste of the wine I’m poured. Come, come, come lie with me.