Luther Vandross singing Here and Now
Lovers, start your engines
Sensual and smooth
Dance Love to prove
Love mysterious, curious and becoming obvious
Hypnotized in a trance
Kisses from the inner transform
Body touch
Here and there
Propelled on a romantic journey
Mind senses gone wild
Conservations maneuvering into sensual talk
The emotions begin
Kisses upon kisses circulating
Sensations rise
Straight to the mind, heart and soul
Lust prospering into love
Body action
Aroma of affection
Committed and Satisfied
Moist and sweat
Full Control
Held close
Impact
Finale
Kiss me Lover
You were my divine discover
Until our next retreat
Good Night
Miles past the nightstand
over the plastic water bottle.
the Ambien pill dispenser
and the soul-bruised eye shades.
An arrhythmic clock
knits needles of silence together.
Turning on the lampshade,
its circle of yellow light
attaches itself to my night-blanked face.
a damp mattress
molding heavy thoughts
that struggle to climb
dream-tossed blankets.
On its four arthritic legs,
the nightstand's
tour of duty continues
patrolling
one old man's conflict
with doubt and faith.
A Lady On my Nightstand and IN MY BED-
On this Easter evening horizontal I laid;
Upon my bed, semi-awaken;
I saw a reddish, orange, black-a-dotted, Lady;
Next thing I knew she was on my bed;
Now I'm a widow, bachelor;
Not a fornicator nor am I in adultery;
Git ya mind out of the gutter;
This is the only lady allowed in my bedroom,
I looked to my left and I saw;
A reddish, orange, black-a-dotted, Lady;
Lady bug, she was crawlN;
Hallelujah
this is a true story
4/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Keep me somewhere where I know
You’ll reach.
No matter what time of day
No matter what time of night.
Keep me next to the glass of water
You keep on the nightstand,
A godsend to waking up in the middle
Of the night,
Thirst the first thing you feel.
Coming from out to in,
To save a walk to the kitchen
In the middle of the night.
Keep me somewhere close,
Somewhere decent & near.
By a small stack of books,
To insight thought, a bottle of
Hot sauce.
Keep me somewhere where I know
You’ll reach, sooner or later.
Keep me where the light of your phone
Is the brightest,
The sonication of a good dream before
Waking up.
Plugged & charged on the nightstand.
Ready to get you through the day.
Where you keep one remote smaller
Than the other,
Somewhere where I know you’ll reach,
Sooner or later
From the furniture store I've been banned -
did the saleslady misunderstand?
Claimed malicious intent
but that's not what I meant
when I asked, "Can I get one nightstand?"
The Mulberry Tree
outside is farther from
my window than the sun-
light that penetrates
my bedroom, 2PM-4PM.
The sun's yellow ribbed
lines against the walls bar
the shadow of a stick
that sways as if to scrape
the paint of butter
vanilla hues. The tree,
shaped like a menorah,
is dappled with fruit colors.
I think of exits,
with their ruby glow.
His. Mine, especially...
the mauve violet
tinge of night that spawns tiny
silver bursts. The caught "snow-
ball" in the sky, tossed from
a collision, long ago.
A Mulberry Tree
is also in my bed-
room. Its arms are dressed
with acrylic tints-
of butter-fly wings.
The poems are brief
questions; statements, of faith,
of poignancy. They boast
of a majestic
spark that lights the sky.
The dance of planets
in sync like the words
of the poem, their orbit
one year; two years; three.
Perhaps ten thousand.
The poem: age-less.
Through the lens of sun-
light, the bars-dusk stains-
prison-like- nab the branch
of the tree. So I will cling,
and swing, above the sea.
One nightstand
He wasn't your man
Now you hold his daughter
In your lonesome hands
Embarrassed
So you kept it all to yourself
Raising the baby without the father no help
When she asks about daddy
What do you say?
I didn't know your father that well
It was just one night and pleasure filled
Between the alcohol sex, you did not catch any disease
You're lucky
You want to approach him
But He has moved on with his life
The costly price you pay for one night
Not much thinking
With sex and drinking
Next time you decide to drink heavily
For a one night, infidelity
Think about your baby
Who is left alone to raise thee
A drink on the nightstand calls
To me who would be the listener
To hear what he has to say
About what happens in this room.
The water within the pale, clear cup
Is lined with lipstick and plastic
But all the while he still cries
As though the lips who touch him are his.
A drink on the nightstand screams my name
Come and taste what I have to give
But I know that one sip of his poisonous nectar
And no longer my life shall I live
For you are the drink within its tall
Drink on the nightstand that calls.
hourglass,
our glass,
one time
one night
love to pass
our glass
are surpassed
past sublime
past en masse
our brass
hour passed
union asked
loves a pass
© Goode Guy 2012-11-21
After a long night of non stop love making,
the gentleman became visually shaken.
He noticed a photo of another man
placed next to the bed on the woman's nightstand.
"Is this your husband?" he asked nervously.
Snuggling up to him she replied, "No, Silly."
He then asked, "Is he your boyfriend then?"
"No," she replied giving his ear a nibbling.
"Is it your dad, your brother?." he asked hoping to be reassured.
"No, but you're so hot when you're jealous," was her answer.
Frustrated, he demanded, "Well then who in the hell is he?"
She whispered in his ear, "That's me before the surgery."
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