Hello Blog family,

One goal on the list is to keep up with my Gratitude once a week, so i've selected Fridays to do so. Here goes:

* My editor whom I met for lunch, going over my writing progress

* For casual days, no heels, no suits, wonderful!

* Miss Aminah Love who doesn't have the faintest clue at how talented she really is. She easily flirts with poetry, nothing but inspiration is felt through her words. Show her some love, please stop by her blog and let her know you've blessed her page.

* Finding focus and guidance at the librairy: 1 hour, 4 books later and i'm able to tell stories and lies between good and evil, feeding the soul of many with powerful words

*Can't have enough of Blick Art Store or Pearl Paint, i'm at these stores at least once a week, buying supplies
This week's purchase:
--Canvas 18x18, 6x6
--Acrylic and oil paints
--2 brushes

* Bold and colorful flyers created for the Tavern of Creativity event next month (9/15), much thanks to Aminah Love. I can't believe Xavier will be here to attend my event, all the way from Florida to sell his book Lover's Anonymous and to spit some erotic verses

Here's a little piece I wrote this morning, based on a true story:

My average rating?
Short hair
Makeup minimal
No heels
No butt-enhanced jeans

When walking the streets I barely get a pause in the predatorial department.

A male friend once told me "What men want is for your ass to squeeze in a size 6 jeans, pull that thin hairline with braids and pretend, just pretend you can tolerate 3-inch heels. That way we can at least see your face."

I decide to follow the rules by pulling my hairline and wearing makeup. It does get me noticed for 1 day. Hell, even Bill Clinton blows up my cell saying he dumped his hoes in Harlem and wants to taste me casually.

I cross the street, a man yells "Beyonce" out of his car. I ignore the paparazzi, but on a crowded train a woman and her son compliments me.
She says, "You look like Beyonce."
I blurt out, "More like a broke-ass Beyonce."
Everyone laughs except me. I'm frustrated. The fact that my braids are tight, ass hurts, eyes and nose itches with makeup. I am in no mood for compliments.

Guys at work leave me their cell numbers on stickies at my desk, marriage proposals are sent via email.

Are you serious? Hair and makeup makes me feel like an American Express, don't leave home without it.

My girlfriends clock me from head to toe, they accuse me of seeking too much attention. Whatever!

At Poetry night I step to the mic, no one believes I'm a poet until I open my mouth and spill out verses like butta. Suddenly, I am ME again.

Right there, I cut off the braids, wipe off the makeup and unbutton the jeans.

I look into their male ego eyes and tell them this is all of ME. Take it or leave it.


A poet yells out in the crowd, "Yo Cathy! that was hot. Do you, baby. Do you."

art "Inner Calm" by Cathy Delaleu

Why do we die in our sleep?
I died once wide awake at the sound of your voice
Awake with your heart on my chest
The earth rumbled
The way you justified your presence
My flesh as your common ground stammered
We became mathematic on chalkboard
Under a coconut tree that flag us a melody
We chased waterfall with our equation
Mentally yoked with an understanding
Accidentally we discovered
The summer’s grin without touch
© 2007 by C. Delaleu
"At Peace with Myself" painting by C. Delaleu


I miss blogging on a regular *sigh* :( it was so easy back then to jot down my thoughts on paper while riding the train to work then type away at my desk.

Life gets hectic and crazy sometimes, don't you agree? Delaleu is at a point where she writes down reminders to herself cause the hours fly and she's running after the minutes, hours and days.

Geeeshhh...slow down...I just got out of bed :) I get annoyed at how quickly the day ends, I wish I could stretch it out a bit. Is there a way to slow it down? Perhaps someone out there knows the secret...no i'm not looking at an easy way to stay young although it would be nice (pills/creams or surgery don't work). I would love to know an easier way to appreciate life a little better without rushing.

I hope my poems offers that kind of relief to other bloggers...this longing to relax with a cup of tea and poetry at your fingertips.

HAPPY FRIDAY everyone...well this week flew by too quickly. I haven't gotten a chance to relax, i've been a busy bee with painting and writing. I'm working on my 2nd poetry book which the goal is to have it published in spring 2008 and i've been keeping busy with my paintings. Tomorrow I head to Harlem to meet with this Haitian artist who owns a gallery. Hopefully, I can convince him to have my work displayed there :) I hope everyone is having a wonderful summer, enjoy while it last.


KINKY ROOTS AND RAPTURE

If my garden is dry it’s because you didn’t finger it
You forgot to take a peek
To fill its soil with honey dust
Forgot to water me with delicate portions
Come back and bring with you the sun
Bring your fruit basket of goodies
The ones you hawk in the marketplace at the crack of dawn
Offer me your sugarcane the one you harvested throughout the year
I will savor the scent of mangos when you rub them on my breasts
And I will glow like the moon with papaya oil on my skin
Cheri, lick the chapters of my wrist where verses are revealed with your name
And the sheet of your tongue can travel down the pages of my palm
Where midnight treasures are kept always ready
To rub you
To knead you
To tap your tired soul into eternal rhythm
And open this silky paint box
Brush on and lick off
Where my body is yours, your caramel Afrodite
Give me reason to slow dance this troubadou
Tete-a-tete in this erotic connection
Where you tango with my tongue
I blossom into a siromiel linguist
English groans when you bite my neck
French moans when you part my lips
In Kreyol when you fill me completely
And make me shudder and cuddle me
Enhancing my bedroom with multicolor layers
Where I’m left in this kama sutra dome
Chosen as your protagonist
Gladly stretching thighs apart to offer you this zaboca already sliced
It is there to eat to your delight
So come here
Cover me with your cornmeal flesh
On your cot we can dream of our motherland
Whispering in my ears your poetic secrets to build me a home
For us to grow old on top of sebaceous mountains
Where our kids will run freely
I’ll look at you again with a thirsty heart
My corosol tears will tell you how much I love you
Rara bands will be out there chanting our folkloric song
© 2007 Cathy Delaleu
Excerpt from my poetry book Wrapping Thoughts Beneath Emotive Rain
Painting by Cathy Delaleu “No Interpretation”

SUBMISSION GUIDELINE
He comes undone
Fully naked with tinted muscles
Lips drip lustful lyrics
I watch
Hungry to strangle him to death
Until his nightmares become orgasmic lullabies
A buttered smile caresses my thighs
I act surprise
Submitting to this copy of erotic poetry
He gives me his fingers to play with
I dip them in rum punch
His flesh tastes like peach
We light a candle under a blue tent made of coconut shells
Racing time with our ageless kiss
I tell him I want to love you like Harlem love Manhattan
Love like pregnant rain in the spring
With a flooded vagina spilling over the Brooklyn Bridge
Shut down traffic while my screams fly us to Greece
Where a blue moon licks warm waters
Love like slow dance and cheesecake
Love like pen and paper in acrylic colors on canvas
Like breakfast with a half-closed sun
Like moon under silk sheets
Glow like your star
Electrify senses...
Your senses like nightlight
You come fully naked
Undone
And I submit
To your guideline
©2007 Cathy Delaleu
Art by T&C Artwork




Happy Friday everyone. Have a great weekend!!

SILENT DISCUSSION
I suspect you will weep
Maybe you are meant to battle
With your senses
Even with achy joints
You find a way to speak to me
Through your pores
The scent of earth and basil
Sends me running to you
Mind tags along
Clings to your shirt
Begging for one last dance

The love letter you never received
is tucked between my breasts
Specially packaged with my heart
Throat is tied with your memories
Lingers with sadness
Everything is as you left it
Ruffled sheets
Squeezed toothpaste
Wet towel
Wet eyes
Dry lips
Can I bring back the dawn with your kisses?
You were easy to paint
Fingers on honey brown skin
The texture as if you never left


Painting by Cathy Delaleu
“In A Sentimental Mood”


ANNUAL HARLEM ART AND BOOK FAIR - SATURDAY

I'll be at the Harlem Book Fair this Saturday, 7/21/07, selling my books and paintings, the fair is free to the public. If you're not able to attend, feel free to browse at my other blog "Paint Out Loud", all prices include shipping and handling.

The Harlem Art and Book Fair is being held on 135th Street between 5th and 7th Avenues from 11am-6pm. I'm sharing a booth with my sister who will be selling greeting cards, magnets and dolls.

Stop by to say hello...it would be nice to finally meet some of my blogger friends.

Enjoy the fireworks!!!




METEOR SHOWER OF VENUS & MARS
Soap
Lather
Scrub
Exfoliate dead skin
Warm water showers me and I inhale the scent of cinnamon gel
A monogamous fragrant speech penetrating my flesh
I hum a tune
Then you, my sexy masculine lover join me
My solar energy
My Nobel Prize
With thick hands you caress thighs and squeeze my behind
Skin against skin, a nuptial invitation which makes me grin
You rub my shoulders and neck
Muscles then relaxes and I moan
Breathing elevates to a social gathering in my heart
Streams of water studiously follow your intention to this journey that you seek
You flatter my back with soap and washcloth
I do the same with rubbing affection on your brown skin
I travel intently down to your central location that causes instant heat
Steam of sweet arousal spirals the air and you let out a groan
Face to face we are baptized in this liquid analogy with supple hungry lips
I tongue
You nibble
I’m swelling
You’re growing
Hard is your Mars against my soft Venus
Your pulsation is my salvation
Deliberately you come inside ruling over my orbit
Causing an astronomical disturbance
Massive water spills over our planets
While Mars passionately communicates to Venus this intense meteor shower
© by Cathy Delaleu (2006)

To get hot and bothered by more erotic poetry and stories, stop by my Girly Longings

There are several things I can whine about, but what's the use when life is what you make of it. I feel too blessed and grateful to give in to negative energy and I am constantly reminded when I watch the news that there are people out there in worst situations.


This Gratitude is dedicated to living...life itself is a classical collection that I call poetry.

* I am blessed to have my ten fingers to write, draw, paint and create words that relish the mind

* My health which is getting better

* Being able to cook my favorite dishes without guilt, I really don't miss McDonald's French fries or munching on chips, now my splurge is organic chocolate chips :)

* Music is sweetness to the soul...I was listening to Tamia today and it was very relaxing as I painted

* Rain, it is pouring outside but we need it to cool down this humidity


Ok, Ladies and Gents, I am offering the opportunity to win my poetry book, simply check out the two paintings above and write a 20-line poem based on one of the paintings.

The first painting I call it Celebration, next one Emptiness, the 3rd painting is Drama Queen.

Deadline is July 13, 2007 for this contest. Winner will get my book, Wrapping Thoughts Beneath Emotive Rain(autographed) and a bookmark, 2nd runner-up will receive a 5x7 painting. If you wish not to participate but would like to become one of the judges, please let me know. I'm looking for one or two more judges. Email me your poems at cathy@delaleuwritings.com with the title of the selected painting.

Deadline to become a judge is Friday, July 6.




Good luck

I know i'm a day late with my gratitude which is way overdue, it will be shared next Wednesday.

I've provided dinner pics for your viewing pleasure, last night I was starving and wondering what I should eat. I wanted a little dose of Italy in my food, lol. I went to the market and got myself a pack of gnocchi. Back in 2003, I was introduced to gnocchi when I visited my girlfriend in Venice, Italy. She made the potato dumplings with salted fish over some white sauce, it was heavenly. What I admired most about Italians over there is how they're able to control their food portions, they don't overeat like us Americans. Anywho, after boiling the gnocchi, it was ready in less than 5 minutes:

1. Add olive oil (I love this organic olive oil here)
2. Add Cilantro and onions
3. Add 21 Salute seasoning (you can purchase at any Trader Joe's)
4. Add Prego sauce or my own favorite Amy's Marinara sauce then I added my 21 salute seasoning shown here, it's flavorful with 21 different seasonings...
Voila! Dinner is served with salmon. I cooked the salmon separate and to give the salmon a BANG, I add spoonfuls of Sofrito, garlic, onions in olive oil, ummmmmmmmmmmm. Who can resist such a dish? If you've had gnocchi before, please share your recipes here, let me know how you cook it and with what meat or vegetables.

If you've never had gnocchi, simply share with us your favorite dish for dinner :) I'm curious to know what's in your plate.

LOVE LIKE KALLALOO

You bathe me in a pool of rose petals
lather my skin
With shea and mango
Cleansing
Restoring my broken heart
You reach down
Dry me with your tongue from head to toe
your minty breath on my cheek
You whisper like a kiss promising you’ll never make me cry
Take me in your arms
Covering me against the night chill
Stunning and effective
This power of being sexy in your eyes
A delightful surprise when your luscious tongue pays a visit down my throat
And I sigh
We make love under the peppered stars and moonlight
As I weep a sweet lullaby
My skin is fortified with your love
natural radiance I now glow like a sunrise
No more tears of casualty
Your love smooth like kallaloo
Stroking face, hands and breasts with your essence
It vibrates in my heart
A beginning with no end
I savor you my love…
You are to me more than just a friend
(art and poem by C. Delaleu)


Happy Sunday to you all! In case you haven't noticed, I now have an art blog where I will display all my paintings and drawings, please stop on by to see what's new in my Loose & Juicy Art world.

Hello Blogger Family,

I'm sure you've noticed how busy i've been with drawing and painting. The reason is i'll be one of the vendors at the Harlem Book Fair in July, selling my paintings and my poetry book, Wrapping Thoughts Beneath Emotive Rain. The event is on July 21, 2007 (Saturday) from 11am-6pm in Harlem. I'm so excited. My sister and I are sharing a booth, she will have handpainted greeting cards and art made with blackeye peas. I will let you all know our table number and location as soon as I get them. Meanwhile, feel free to let me know if you're interested in purchasing any paintings I have posted, the size of the first painting is 8x10 ($15) and the second one is 5x7 ($12). Shipping and handling are included, no frames are provided.

I had trouble sleeping last night and a poem came to mind:

It’s unusual to escape the world barefoot
The woman you desire carries words with brass knuckles
Breach of imperfection not stopping her from anchoring
Her eyes are volcanoes of drip moisture
She is understood with bones and a heart
It’s unusual
But you like what you see
The limbs of her hair blushes your face
Sends you daylight on silk pillows
Blinds your loneliness away
© 6/2007 by Cathy Delaleu

ROSE COLOR INK

Can I curse my fingers without bleeding?
Seeking the pleasure of words to resurrect
Feed the mask I have worn for a decade
I turn to dead poets
Paddling their scripts
For a minute I see them
Stepping
Emphasizing on stage
Creatures of the night
Tongues blossom graffiti
Before I am asked another poem
I study with parched dreams
Hanging in my bedroom closet
Cautiously I dip face in pastel ink
Fabrication prevails
Lifting spine of sleepless fingers
Bracing
Pen and paper
Once again
©6/2007 Cathy Delaleu

My latest adventure with acrylic paint is here...enjoy!

I've been tagged by Stephen Bess...
The rules of this meme are simple. Look at the snap, what does it inspire you to say? Well, write it then, but only in the form of a poetry verse, and only one line that fits in with the preceding line.

That's it. One line of verse that carries over from the line before, and that is in relation with the picture. Present the poem on your blog as you wish (I've used "bold, italic for my line)

The picture is a hut from southern Africa, probably Lesotho, judging by the style.

Please tag only one person who you think will play along. Clearly say/show whom you've tagged so we may easily follow the poem as it builds up. The poem is done when a "tagee" fails to deliver, or when it reaches twenty-five lines. Whichever comes first. It will then be time to vote on a final and last line (twenty-sixth). I'll ask all "tagees" to offer a last line, and I'll put up a poll on Poéfrika so people can vote for the last line.

Once it's done, it will appear here (with credits). And, "tagee," if you don't want to play along, or simply can't, please tell your tagger so that he or she may tag someone else. So here is a line, to which you should add yours, and so on. Don't forget to link to your blog (with the first word of your verse). Visitors are welcome to play along in the comments section.

I'm tagging Xavier


The world waited outside for us
Waited
With moist grass beneath our feet
Cloaked with years of silent preparation
Silence procrastinates with the wind
The mystery of hope pours across the skin

I want to thank you all for stopping by my humble blog and wishing me well. I am feeling better (with heavy duty meds of course) and thanks for keeping me in your prayers. I go back to work next week (boohoo), well bills needs to be paid, right?

So I wrote this sweet short poem and have no idea if it makes sense. I haven’t written anything new in a while so bare with me and let me know if it does make sense to you. Also, I had to share more of my latest paintings below. Enjoy!



REJUVINATION

There is a story to be told without commercials
Type it slowly in Wikipedia to find its meaning
Worldless on the lips
A negotiation of wordplay in a garden of foreplay
Stay in control with your proof
The diploma of stars applaud you
Show them you’re a woman of grace
Your femininity is what makes this dull life a beautiful crime
Show them your mentality
Packaged with sexual novelty
Hold on to your flesh even with pain
Wear the makeup of hope
Abbreviated with smiles
The paperback of your soul tastefully created
Like a manual art of composition
A refrain message of rejuvenation
That tells us your story
© 5/2007 by C. Delaleu

Hello Blogger family,

I know it's been a while since I've touched the keyboard. I'm still trying to determine how to elaborate what's been happening with me. It's a long story but i'll make it interesting. First off i've been ill since last October dealing with swollen knees which I thought was an injury from the gym, well my knees got worse to the point of me not being able to go to work. You know how it is in NY, the ups and downs of stairs in the streets with people rushing to get to their destinations. I've been walking like an old person, going to physical therapy which made my knees worse so I had to stop. To make the story short my doctor put me on medical leave, i've been on leave for almost a month now and my mother flew in to take care of me, she's been a tremendous help cooking and cleaning. I found out from the doctor that I have a case of lupus which caused all my joints to swell including my liver which is why it's been too painful to sleep, walk or do any normal movement. I'm now on heavy duty meds to clear all swellings and to bring me back to normal. The meds themselves have side effects but I'm on them for another four weeks. It's been a roller coaster ride but I'm here and miss you all so much.

I haven't been writing much, i've been addicted to painting a lot as you can see. I am loving the 5x7 canvas which I purchased at this cool art store in Manhattan. They are so convenient and easy to paint on.

By the way, get your copy of the Essence Magazine (June issue) on sale now, my poem Confused Being is featured on page 199. Thank you all for your support.

Let me know what you think of the paintings...

THE TAKE OFF
On bended knee Bocelli sings me Amore
While a plane lands on the highway
Cars speed us by blowing their congratulatory horns
His pleading words infuses a sadness
Mellow verses becomes philosophical
I am a frozen statue in a white organza
A mermaid with satin tears
The soft fabric flowing on my face gains public recognition
Paparazzi shouts out my name
I ignore the screams
The plane takes off in five minutes
I need to decide whether to board without his duet
Bocelli illustrates emotions throwing confetti rose petals
on my chapel length train
The 405 south consist of several traffic jams
“You won’t be back,” he yells
So I answer, “How deep is your devotion to me?”
He doesn’t reply
No point in telling him it’s too late
I march down the First Class aisle
Bouquet of black tulips kissing my hands
Amore
Amore is left standing
I watch from my window seat
the congested crowd follows him to Sicily
I get carried to another proposal
© 4/2007 by Cathy Delaleu
art by Gina Bernardini




It's that time again :)

GRATITUDE:

* The beautiful weather offering a subtle, sweet breeze

* Passion that surrounds me daily, I wake up and I feel its energy in the air

* White Tea with ginger, my AM ritual helps to calm and relax

* New canvas received in the mail, more art work to create :)Yeah!!

* Arrangement of colorful flowers I received this morning from my boss, ahhhhhh, they smell heavenly

* Egg white, tomatoes with lil' bit of cheese

* E'mails from friends and phone calls to check how i'm doing

* the get-well package received in the mail today from my mom, she enclosed some wonderful tea bags and a French CD (Nana Mouskouri)

GRATITUDE WEDNESDAY:

Gosh, today is only Wednesday? I feel this week is dragging like a snail, is that the case when you come back from vacation?

I have a lot to be grateful for but i'll only share what's most important for now:

* Mom who makes me feel her presence even if she's over 3000 miles away

* My brother calling me last night, wanting to spend the weekend to help around the house, how sweet!

* For the love of art, I'm learning more and more about the craft and loving every minute of it (my latest painting is proof I'm getting there)

* Orange salmon (pictured below), my favorite dish to make at home, the flavor is incredibly tasty. It goes great with whole wheat mac/cheese, brown rice and fried plantains, yummmmmy!!!

P.s. Paintings posted are for sale, feel free to email me for price

Hello Blogger family,

Miss you guys!

I was in sunny California and Arizona for a week so these are the pictures I've taken during my trip. I did get a chance to paint one canvas which is pic #1, I also got to help my mother make her delicious upside down cake, yummy, and she puts rum in it. My mother is pictured below with my 8 year old daughter, I know I don't talk much about my little girl. She is a handful of blessings and our trip was fabulous. Arizona is a bit slow with not much to do besides shopping and eating, lol. The pic with the palm trees is Woodland Hills area in California, the building is where I used to live with my mom, brother and sister back in my high school days. The Betty Boop pic I drew in my art class my senior year in high school, I completely forgot about this black art book which I had left at my mom's house, it bought back a lot of memories.

I do miss Cali sometimes, especially the food. I did get to indulge in my In n' Out Burger with their addicting vanilla milk shake and also El Pollo Loco, I love their wings. In a blink of an eye it was already time to head back to NY.

NOON
Pssssssssssstttt…
Come here
Closer
Closer
There is a riot going on
Within her vaginal orifice
Will you tame it for her?
If so, when?
How?
Her palate is dry
Humming
Waiting
12 noon grabs her
like an erotic trail in musky sheets
Looks like this is her new kind of sex

Where morning and night are spelled
Into a routine of horniness
Indulgence turns TV to reality
She becomes Miss New York
Minus the loudness
Without the ghettoness
Her pair of panties on his floor
Is his keepsake
“I could smell you,” he tells her on the phone
and morning sex screams scandal
as the sun beams through the windows
©4/2007 by Cathy Delaleu


Hope everyone had a relaxing weekend. Besides painting, I did some cooking and yesterday I had to attend my writers' group meeting which was encouraging. I was feeling a bit blah with my latest manuscript but I did get a dose of motivation from the group and i'm ready to finish my work.

The poem below is a preview of what's in store...I want to pass along that I have given birth to another healthy blog (Girly Longings), she will be favored by many i'm sure due to it's erotic content. Please stop by and pay her a sweet visit. I don't plan on posting anything but erotic and sometimes explicit poetry and stories once a month in that blog so if you are ever in the mood for dress-down sexy, you can leave your footprints and make yourself at home. Let me know what you think...thanks for the support and enjoy.

SHORT CLICK III - Heartburn

He has me spinning with lust and perhaps the L word. It’s going on three weeks and I am floating with clouds transporting me to this sweet, wonderful world where I am all his. I am daydreaming again at work in front of my computer, this cheesy grin on my face won’t go away. Yeah last night was our hot series of bump and grind. He had me at hello, hello, HELLLLLLO

It’s 10:30 am; I wish the day would end quickly so I can see him later tonight. He is in my thoughts. My phone rings and I’m thinking it must be him.

“Hello”

“Hello, is this Katy?” a woman’s voice asked

“Yes, it’s she.”

She says, “This is Julie, you don’t know me…I heard the voicemail message you left in Greg's cell phone.”

“Ok.”

She starts crying profusely. “I am his fiancée your number showed up in his cell phone.”

“Excuse me, fiancée?”

“Didn’t you know? Didn’t he tell you he has a woman?”

“No, he told me he’s divorced with two kids.”

“He divorced his wife two years ago in order to be with me.”

I am totally stunned by the revelation. My insides are boiling with anger and disappointment.

I say, “Look, I’m sorry to hear…”

She interrupts, “Did you sleep with him?”

I reply, “You need to talk to him, I have nothing to say to you.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, I’m packing my shit and getting out of here. You can have him all you want.”

“I don’t want him. If I had known about you I wouldn’t have bothered, he lied to me so why would I want to be with such bastard?”

Julie barks, “He’s not going to find me here when he gets home…I don’t care what you do with him.”

I repeat calmly, “Julie, I don’t want him.”

After she hangs up on me, my phone rings again and it’s Greg apologizing and asking if Julie called.

I say, “It's over, I have nothing to say to you.”

“Katy, look, I’m sorry. I had no idea she was snooping...”

I raise my voice, “Snooping? She’s your fiancée, she has the right to snoop.”

“I still care about you.”

I hang up, he calls me again, blasting my phone but I don’t answer.

I am so disgusted.

My desk at work feels like a war zone, I want to run and lock myself in the bathroom and cry, instead I decide to write a poem dedicated to love, pain and anger.

My boss stops by my desk, “Are you okay?” she asks, noticing the tears

“Yes, just a case of heartburn.”

3/2007 by Cathy Delaleu
Art work by Teresa Brazen

PROCESSION – SECOND PERSON

You peer into my soul to find secrets
Your baritone voice is silky with mystery
Confusion keeps me prisoner in bed
You beg this tender body to share intimacy
Upstairs
Where the 3rd floor quakes an x-rated warning
I walk up to the valley of danger
You wait with euphemism in your eyes

Anxious to plunge into my world region
Darkness is a black porch
Your face and body fans a desirable flame
Gentle ness guide my hands to your hardness
You say, “Don’t be afraid of what’s natural”
But nothing is familiar
In the way you pull off my skirt
I am sprawled in your bed
You hold me like a five-year old
Caress my hair with your chin
Encourage me to touch your throbbing
A mosque with range frequencies
6 years later at 13
I am lost with broken journals
In blood soaked tears
My limbs are backwards
Skirt is upside down
I can’t stop the recollections
And Daddy is not here to shake them away
He can’t hear my nightmares
the surfaces where you scratched
your name
© 3/2007 C. Delaleu
Art by Ileana Frometa Grillo


GRATITUDE:

· Thanks to HIM the weather sheds no tears only rays of sun
· The new I-pod I bought for myself, FINALLY up to date with technology
· Everything bagel with cream cheese was my hefty but satisfying breakfast
· “Weary” song from soulful Amel Larrieux that continuously plays in my head “if I could trust someone to have my back and never do me wrong, then I would give my love…”
· Lorraine who took the time to read in 2 days- 120 pages of my latest manuscript and giving great feedback
· Courage allowing me to peek at the past without any display of hatred or anger