Poems... Unfinished

As cologne wafts in the air above pillow cold from lack of pressure
I think of you.


He's got the type of body that makes me want to write a poem,
type of smile that makes you forget where this was goin',
Perfectly chiseled, like Adonis even,
So much a work of art I steal glances like I'm theavin',
And even though the hazel browns glimmer in time to twilight,
I'm scared of him.

I got off the phone with you two hours ago,
and your voice is still in my head,
not because it exudes sexiness,
which it does,
but because it's cryptic.

May be I like some White in my Chocolate

OK so...

I'm having this dilemma... I'm sitting next to this really cute guy, a college rep for another school, and he's completely not into me. Which actually isn't my problem. My problem is that he 's white. I don't know when I came to this place where it's cool with me to date outside my race. I mean I've done it before, but it was more of a conquest thing. I wanted to experience something different really, something else like that Sanaa Lathan movie. But now I find myself drawn to everyone, regardless of race, creed, or color. I guess this is a good thing, dispite what the movie depicts there's nothing wrong with a little Jungle Fever right?

I guess this is what Tracy Morgan meant by "post racial America." Thank you Tracy, and President Obama, cause even though you made others look at you in a different light, you also made me look at "the others" differently too. Not only did your election show change, but it also showed that it's not that weird for a white guy to vote for a black guy, so maybe it's not weird for a white guy to fall for a black girl. I have a dream of having this really attractive husband, with these really attractive kids, and that guy in my dreams was generally a Chocolate brotha, well maybe now he's more like Hot White Chocolate!