Mahogany Coffee Part 2

MAHOGANY COFFEE

Part 2

By Patrick D Collier

The coffee begun to touch my toes and Mahogany noticed it. You need help cleaning that up? She said. I replied, No I got it. I grabbed a paper towel from the kitchen and started cleaning up the coffee and then picked up the broken glass from my coffee mug. Can I come in? she asked. I was afraid but also happy to see her and she just did something I never even vision of happening with my book. I replied, sure take a seat. I moved balled up notebook paper from the sofa making room for her to sit. Thank you! She said. No problem I replied. I see your brain was being creative writing something new? She said. Yea well, my mind stays racing all day I can never turn it off, I said even though I lied. Writers block was eating at my brain due to thinking of her. Hey, umm I want to apologize again for writing in your book. I just loved every word of it. You’re a great writer Coffee your very talented and gifted. I started blushing in my dark skin. Thank you. Ha! He called you my wife. Funny huh? Why? She said. Well, because we barely even know each other I said. Then she stood up and said well let’s start. I swallowed my spit and started to have hot flashes. I replied, umm sure. So congrats and don’t thank me again just promise me you will meet me tonight and every night on the hill after you work. Promise me she said. I looked at her and said. I promise you. She said good and walked out my door. I grabbed the hard cover book and looked at my name “Written By: Coffee Williams and I smiled. There was a letter hanging inches out of the book. I thought it was from John, but it wasn’t. The note said from Mahogany. I sit on my sofa opened the letter that smelt of jasmine like her hair. It read “Dear Coffee I knew in my heart you would shine like stars that we watched on the hill, and you would never lose your spark with me in your life and at your side. See you tonight. I begin to feel like she isn’t real. Why would she want me? I quit work, I called my boss and told him I found my purpose and hung up. I think he was yelling curse words, but I didn’t care. The night whispered to me the word “Hill” it’s all I could think about since she left my apartment. I never been so excited to go to the hill. I begin to leave my apartment and soon as I walk out the door to lock up Mahogany was standing there in a white dress smiling with her pearly white teeth and beautiful dark skin and curly afro that smelled of jasmine. Where are you going? She asked. I said to the hill, remember? Yea I do she replied. I said so? Wanna go there or? Then she said or how about to the moon? I said the moon? I started laughing. She wasn’t. Then she pulled out a notebook and walked into my apartment. I walked in with butterflies again. She said that’s your next book Coffee. I said what? She said, “ The Moon”. And I’m going to help you. I then said I quit my job. She said I know. I said how did you know? Because I see the man you will become. Working long hours that are not linked to a pen and pad and creativity isn’t for you. Instantly something my dad told me came to my mind. He said son, a woman is supposed to aid to a man’s vision. But that man must find his vision first, and sometimes it takes the right woman to help that man find that vision. I looked at Mahogany and said let’s do it! She smiled and said sit next to me. The next 5 weeks were full of writing and growing a strong connection with each other. I begin to feel like a new me. I opened up more I did things I only dreamed of, I smiled more I laughed more. This woman is Amazing! The book titled “The Moon” was beginning to be a love tale. About a man and a woman who got sick of the world’s way of life and love. They became astronauts and fell in love the day before they flew for the first time to the moon. America will eat it up media wise calling it, a journey for everlasting love. The man in the woman flies to the moon to save their love from a world planet earth full of hate. It is a lot deeper once it is finished, we are now about 10 pages away. For some reason 10 pages has been a symbol for me of greatness if the 10 pages are finished. Mahogany closed the notebook and said we needed a break. I agreed and she asked for some wine to drink. I was getting nervous and yes, the butterflies begun their task of flying in my stomach. I said wine? She nodded her head up and down replying yes. I said okay. Wine it is! I walked nervously to the kitchen to get two wine glasses and some red wine I got from a company Christmas party from my cursing boss. Then I hear music playing. My record player only played one artist, Mr. Miles Davis. Mahogany played “Blue in Green” my favorite art by him. We started sipping the wine slow and we talked about everything in our lives that hurt us. I begin to close my mouth and just listen to her talk. She been hurt many times giving her heart to many men who now taint the word love. She even spoke of a man who she was engaged with who left her for a co-worker at his job. I didn’t care for this story as much, she said the gentlemen reminded her of me. I had no intentions of leaving her for another. We kept Miles Davis on repeat. 4 glasses of wine later we begin to feel the magic of the wine and explore the angles and features of our bodies. We begin to slow dance, I haven’t slow danced before but remember watching my mother and father. I first lit some candles like my father used to for my mother. I then took her hand and brought her slender body next to mines and rocked back in fourth gently to Mr. Miles Davis. Then she looked at me with a pause stopping the movement. I asked her is everything ok? She smiled and said yes and, placed her soft hand on my cheek and looked in my eyes and asked me a question. She asked, do you believe in us Coffee? I didn’t know what to say. I said what I felt and that was I love you. She smiled and kissed me. Her lips were softer then I could imagine, my body grew hot and my hands begun to sweat. She then stretched out on the sofa gently leaving me standing there alone watching her next move. She took her white dress off slowly. I never been with a woman in my life is what I whispered to her. She said I know. I said do I know you? She said you will never forget me after this night Coffee Williams. Then she said come to me but walk to me slowly. Miles Davis played in my heart it was my drum beat. We made love all night, she taught me so much sexually and even taught me new ways of being a new me as a man. I held her through the night as she lay in my arms, beautiful closed eyes and full soft lips and don’t forget that beautiful curly afro that smelt of jasmine. Morning time creep and the record player was off I smiled and was happy to talk to her, but she wasn’t in my arms. I hopped off the sofa looked in the bathroom and the kitchen she was gone. I sat back down on the sofa thinking what did I do wrong? Was my first time sexually unsatisfying to her, because if so, I can get better. Was my taste of red wine horrible? Because I could and would buy her whatever her tongue of taste desires. Was my apartment cheap to her? I have a $100,000, dollar check, I could buy a condo of her liking. Next, I did something I haven’t done in years since my father died of Cancer then my mother soon followed after. I cried nothing but long tear drops that wet up the notebook titled “The Moon” that I held in my hands with anger and pain. I got up and grabbed the first thing that would make me feel good when it broke glass never sounded so better. I grabbed all my coffee mugs and broke them all screaming why? And visions of my mother and father approached this moment. They were sitting on the sofa just watching me break every mug. I then heard my fathers voice. He said record player son. Then my mothers voice followed we love you and we are so proud of you go do great things. Then they disappeared. Great things! Nothing will ever be great without her in my life I screamed! I calmed down finally looking at all the broken coffee mugs and my hands where cut badly. I saw a letter sitting on the record player. I grabbed it and in the front of it, it read “Love me forever” I opened it slowly, it read “Dear Coffee these last 5 weeks have been incredible but I’m afraid to fall for you. I have something to tell you. I have been married for 10 years now. Let me guess you hate that number 10 even more. So, do I. My husband has never loved me nor supported my writing he is a successful man, A lawyer with a black heart. He cheats and stays out late nights coming home smelling of perfume. I have spent the last 10 years of my life supporting the wrong man. Coffee it brought happy tears to my eyes to help make your gift visual to your hidden eyes of belief. I know it was wrong and if you felt lead on, I apologize for that but not for what I given you. Coffee Williams I love you. The last 10 pages unfinished are linked to us. That is how the book titled “The Moon” ends. The man and woman fights, the world off by leaving planet earth and going to the moon. When you finish the last 10 pages, I will be waiting either in this life or the next. I love you and will always remember the man who showed me how special I could be when giving my all to the right one. I then grabbed the notebook with my bloody hands and started writing I said to myself I would finish these last 10 pages based on my feelings. It took me 6 hours to finish. I found John the white man with the huge smile card and address and mailed the notebook titled “The Moon” to him. Months later he showed up at my apartment with that huge smile giving me yet another check but this time it was for $300,000 dollars. He also handed me a plane ticket to New York City. I never been away from home. Houston is all I knew. He spoke of a book signing that I earned. Hours later we arrived, and I shook so many hands and spoke with so many people about both books and signed my name to many who lined up to meet me. It felt amazing but he never given me the hard cover of “The Moon”. I asked him about it once the book signing ended. He said it will be here trust me. I put my head down tired it was along day and John the white man with huge smile yelled crossed the facility that my hard cover book of “The Moon” is here. Still looking at my shoes that reminded me of my church shoes at Susan Becker’s funeral I wore as a kid brought me down a bit until I heard her voice. Author Coffee Williams, sounds good to me. I looked up and she was holding my hard cover book of “The Moon” that read By Coffee and Mahogany. I grabbed her and kissed her like if we were on the moon and away from planet earth which is full of hate. She smiled and said let’s write another book. I said wow! Another? I said only if this time you promise to not leave me. She said I promise. Then I asked her if she read the last 10 pages of the book. She replied no, I wanted to wait and read it with you. I said no need I rather tell you. I dropped to my knee and pulled out a ring I bought soon as I finished the 10 pages. I said I don’t care about him or your marriage we can fight for a divorce and create a new journey together. But this new book is nothing more but your own beautiful poetry. Will you marry me? She cried and yelled yes! And we kissed like a fairytale. “The Moon” last page read “The reason Americans stopped believing in love, because they stop reading fairytales” But here is one you can read daily. The End.

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