Sonya Johnson

I want to do it out loud

I want to weep uncontrollably
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Many years have been spent learning the steps
of how to go to and fro…
sashaying and twirling to a melody so sweet.
Perfecting the dance and mastering grace
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Troubled by my thoughts I decide for pain sake to dig deep into the words that run so often through my mind and place a few on paper to release them. To comfort myself after, I lie on a soft bed and reach for the photo album near by.

Happily I open the book that contains cut outs of my life like frames from an old movie. Slowly turning page after page, smiling and laughing, matching photo to memory I realize that the words in my mind are gone. There is no sound just captured responses I can see. There are no titles or dates just moments of remembrance and love.
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Bitter sweet can be the nectar from this den of passion. Flowing from my womb traveling on an angelic canvas down to my toes its moistness leaves a trail for you to follow…..Eyes wide tongue extended hastily you sop up and promptly swallow all that you're fed.
Ever so gently…drawing you nearer, closer to the moment of ecstasy we engage in a moment of lost breaths locked…in a kiss.
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Shugah is my name; supreme excellence is my claim to fame.
Get to know a sista’
I got you…because I’m going through.
Like Jill Scott said, I got celibacy blues. I’m a junkie boy….
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You awaken without any hesitation
eyes wide, limbs nimble, heart pacing
the day awaiting.
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