Coming of age story
but each evening while the old man's scratched and skipping records spun
round and round filling the tiny house with the sound of the blues those
thoughts vanished from my mind the blues boom the Blues like the contents of a
Mojo bag the Blues contained a magical mix of black cat bone and crossroads
dirt of Love's that were lost and loves that were never meant to be of notes
that floated like cigarette smoke and sounds that washed away the memory of my
working day peppered with images of the bordello and the Bible those songs were
flavored with all the passions of a Baptist preacher who still savored the
sins of the flesh it was a blend of backtalkin but shaken and cat Colin and
his MOG dissuade seductively back and forth before the stove stirring her
magic pot with a large wooden spoon tongues of steam billowed up and swirled
around her body like spirits from the black abyss sometimes the delicate strap
of a black lace bra slipped from underneath her sleeveless blouse on her
bare white shoulder like an invitation for me to see all I thought of was
humping as the thump thump thumping of the blues mimic the bee of my heart
pumping my blood until it bubbled through my veins like bootleg corn
whiskey oh I imagined myself licking her willing breasts and neck like those
lucky tongues of steam until with a single wisp of hair hanging undone upon
her forehead let the swaying tale of a witch's cat she was rather
each time she caught me staring at her she looked me up and down like she was
thinking about all the secret things she could have a boy like me with all my
energy and eagerness to please do for her
sometimes she took a piece of raw meat can roll it suggestively between the
tips of her fingers and thumb she rolled it before my eyes suggesting she could
do the same to me if only if only I would take and eat from her hand then
casting a come-hither glance and extending her offering to me she posed a
question that was loaded like a gun do you want some or sometimes she offered
me a sip from her glass of blood red wine but while I stood there stiff as a
marble statue in the grip of her dark eyes I could not answer and felt like
she was bidding me drink from the cup of death itself do you want some she stood
before me with her bedroom eyes and her blood red lips and I hoped that like a
vampire she needed a steady diet of boys my age to keep the effects of time from
ravishing her body do you want some yes oh yes like a prisoner bound and
tortured upon some medieval rack my toes curled in my face flushed with blood
each time she primped her lips and stretched her eyes across my body until
yes the cry echoed the dank dungeon of my mind yes the answer in my heart was
always yes yes yes but the answer on my lips was always no
suit yourself she said swinging her hair and turning
her head away from me before like an afterthought she threw a backward glance
at me you don't know what you're missing
coming of age story
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