1986. Anita Baker
oozes then passions from the stereo.
I flow to Jodie’s green eyes. Arms take her
soft body, naked glow to my glow.
Anita’s smooth voice flows: “You bring me joy…”
My lips caress Jodie’s dark hair, whisper
in her ear: “This song is you.” “Please don’t toy
with me,” she sighs. The bedroom’s darkness stirs
with something like starlight. “Never,” I smile.
Our eyes turn to oceans. Bodies explode
to starlight. Then we’re silent for a while.
Anita: “When I lose my way your love
comes smiling on me.” We hold each other.
We marvel how friends have become lovers.
Roger Armbrust
September 23, 2016
