Watery Morning (Purposeless)

Three in the morning, REM sleep, **** heat Of the night, weeps right outside leaked Through the window, past the door He didnt get up from his slumber till after 4 For once he awoke a mess, angry and aggrivated Aggitated from this **** who actually had to make this Stormy night the worst. He rehearsed a curse Then surprised himself, because the first Thing he saw, a raw body clad in a black dress Black woman with black dreds, more than half stressed He gave her access, she laid and rained her own Cheeks, like cloudy black peaks of sweet moons, grown From African flowers, she soured her face then made it plain Made a vain attempt to hide pain, "I hate the rain" He laughed at her disdain, gave her a towel and clothes An hour had closed and she rose out the shower, exposed To heat for the first time in her natural life. Looked like a queen and a natural wife. Water dripped from the ends of strands Of twisted brown hair in bands, like brown sugar sands Drowned in the sun, she smiled, this brown skinned one Named Naomi of Nigeria, beauty like none Else, she gave thanks on that watery morning Evening of pouring, that interrupted an evening of snoring "What are you doing here, its late, wet..." he noted She quoted him, "Come when you need me. You wrote it On a Post-It, and I kept it close to me." She sat next to Vincent Glissened, while her tragedy unfolded as he listened. "Isnt that strange. You can stay, lay in my place My bedroom is the door on the right, take my space." She faced him, aimed for his lips missed and hit his cheek "I cant give you what you want, and I know this is weak But I love her, no other, and youre further than the farthest Id offer you my heart, but shes already got me, Im heartless To you." She boohooed and he held her. And wished he hadnt. Cuz now blood rushed from his chest. Yes, she **** him And he felt himself happily happen to hurt, laughing "You **** my happiness first, its really a sad thing." "Shes been **** for a week now, how abrupt...Ill light the ether How quaint that you would **** Me. I've been dying to see her."

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