With so little to go on,
I can’t pull you out of the cyber universe into my reality,
On a day when I was at my best- hair waved from morning wetness, complexion smoothed by happiness, dress fitting my womanness,
You casually came in natural perfection, a blue tee-shirt and basketball shorts that seemed like a rendition of Trinidad’s flag,
We spoke subtleties while our eyes spoke volumes,
And then after a little light laughter, we departed willfully to the fantasies our lips were afraid to betray.
Copyright © 2013 Nichelle Calhoun