Room C13

I raced through my chores, braided my hair in cornrows Meticulously washed my body, daub the back of my ears The insides of my elbow, and my wrist, with my then cheap perfume There my pulse beat, no longer fluttering like a butterfly But racing away at 5 horsepower speed I put on my favorite dress, navy blue with tiny white polka dots Red buttons going down from the neck to the hem Flowing skirt falling from a cinched waist to mid calf Finally I slide my feet into cream patient clogs Adorned with red petals on the sides “Mom I’ll be back soon”. I said “OK dear, walk safe and don’t stay out late”. She said Through the door I dashed and across Pancho’s open lot Anticipation taking control of my pounding heart Each step I took carried me one step closer But in fact, felt like I wasn’t going fast enough I hurried along the Spanish Town to Kingston main road Going west to Jamaica School of Agriculture Where in its core lies building C room #13 Within room C13, awaits, like the earth void of rain My man, my lover, my friend I entered the portals of JSA, the guards smiled with me Knowingly! They knew me enough by this Not to enquire of my reason for entering I climbed the hills, though smooth the road Entered campus grounds, hardly a breath could catch With racing heart and panting breath, I entered building C Up the stairs I swept like a queen entering her throne room Tap, tap, tap, on the door of #13, the door swings open There standing before me, a magnificent specimen of humanity My lover Tall as the pine tree, dark as mahogany, and oh, so handsome! He took my hand, and I entered his web Kisses me as if I was his oasis, his fountain of cool clear water, To quench his dry and thirsty being I felt sweet drowning, like a moth to the flame being pulled Sweet whispers, heart-stopping kisses, frantic hands And, and, and…… Never forgotten memories of you, sweet, dearest David