Unheardwords of Writers of Colour

Breakfast - Kamah Alicia Scott

Shared: Breakfast

When we chat,

we chat like lovers do...
but not
Close friends rather, no touching
...just dreaming it
In my dreams
I feel you inside of me
Waking up feeling guilty but angry
the dream is incomplete

We made love many times
....in my mind
I tossed and turned
and I felt EV-ERY-THING

Then your words struck and we'd spin
Both of us in separate fantasies
Not wanting to let those feelings swim  
or surface
Because that would change

So we hold back
I know what you're thinking
And you know my heart
Drinking and smiling Contently
Not letting desire float to the surface

© Kamah Alicia Scott, November 2005 (all rights reserved)