Drinking From One Cup

The night is still

quiet

all except the rain beating against my window

sound of the breeze

whistling through the trees

yes the night is calm

only missing one thing...

Fresh from the shower

water beading off my skin

peanut butter brown

Shea buttered down

the smell of jasmine and eucalyptus leaves

no radio no TV for me

tonight

on this calm night

I can feel the wind has found its way

through the window slightly cracked

and the smell of the rain

has got me slightly relaxed

just chillin

in an old t-shirt

in my room

where

I have no use for panties

Shea buttered down

on this peanut butter brown skin

of mine

feeling so divine

in a candlelit room

I reach over to grab

my glass of red wine

and realize

there is only one cup.

Only one glass sitting beside the bed

on this still night in March

rain beating against the window

and the breeze tickles my skin

and I think of him

the man I have yet to meet

yet to converse with

laugh at

flirt with

tease

a touch of warm skin

to combat the cool breeze

no baritone voice

or rough hands with tender touches

just me

laying here alone

in an old t-shirt

drinking from one cup.

Hatshepsut Amun Re