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Do I Miss You

Do I miss you? Does the sun miss the earth when he goes down on her, ever so slowly, taking his time lingering on her horizon until the heavens insist that he resist her through the night? So with a honey-orange kiss he dismiss ‘til the dawn when he awakes without a yawn to light her up!

Do I miss you? What kind of a question is that? That’s like asking what is the color of the wind? Is it the color of sin? Iridescent? Noire? Rouge? Yellow? Whatever color you please as long as it pleases like the color of your mocha, caramel, mahogany, brown fingers on my spot-Gee you’ve got me hot, screaming . . .

Do I miss having you around?

Does your belly miss food in a famine? Does your tongue miss water when you thirst? The way my breasts miss your caress and my nipples miss the tickle of your tongue calling them to attention. At ease, baby, at ease on down to my mound of pleasure, make me quiver, make me shiver, let my lips nurse on your bottle of Similac. Pacify me for a while, chile, then give me my food for thought.

Do I miss you?

Does Beethoven miss Bach? Does Tu miss Pac? The way my mind misses the kisses of your intellect stimulating me ‘til the doctor’s EEG etches out your name again and again because that’s the only thing on my brain, morning, noon and knight in shining armor, don’t you know I’m all over you? Still you dare ask, do I miss you?

Does Romeo miss Juliet? Does Dezi miss Lucy? Does George miss Weezie? Are Cheetos cheezy? Do I miss you?

Naaahh. But you miss me.

Charlie Lollis

11/14/97

Jamaican Pride: Ode to a Black Man

He stands alone.
Tall, black, mighty and strong.
33 Generations of pride in his eyes.
One man leading nine exceptional lives.
A badge of yellow, black & green emblazoned across his chest.
A true renaissance man, prepared to conquer any test.
Yes! He is a Black Man.
He stands tall, charismatic, independent albeit young.
He marches to the beat of his native drum.
Different, indeed! He is an example to those he leads.
A brother who charges on with an energy so raw
breaking down barricades while others admire him in awe.

Yes, He is a Black Man.
A black man with honor for his armor.
A black man with truth for a sword.
A black man slaying injustice and racial discord.
A black man uplifting his people, yet to himself remaining true.
A black man with reverence for his creator, God's word his only food.
A black man. He stands. Tall, black, courageous and strong.
He sings his anthem in pat-wah tongue.
He holds his father's glory in his heart and hardworking hands.
He lives his life as a tribute to his mother's land.
Diligent, fortuitous, persevering, never erring, never giving up, nor giving in. He is the Black Man.

Charlie Lollis

7-16-98

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