She's a little recluse-alone.
His body runs,
as soon as day breaks.
The morning isn't anyone's friend.
All of a sudden she's
so-so.
He regains his head,
turning back the time.
Now she knows the bubble has burst.
The sky's blown up-time's up.
Oh, she's part-time,
his some time thing.
It's the same old story.
Everyone knows what to expect next.
Now that he's finished,
he replaces her….
like a child replaces baby teeth.
Lauretta Ali ©2000
LAST
NIGHT I DREAMT
December 1966
Last night I dreamt
You were a tribal king
who pulled me along
on a ritual rope,
wanting nothing but to be rid of me.
I prayed for my sudden
invisibility
relieving you of the burden
for which you are forced to carry.
But, the prayers were untimely.
Recognition of that fact came to me
as I felt the grip
of your ebony fingers
around my throat.
Pain
unmistakable horror
deeply rooted in your eyes.
Yet, I didn't dare scream -- instead understood--
accepted.
Last night I felt
your fear
and the stir of your unborn baby
beneath my breast.
Last night I dreamt,
didn't I?
Lauretta Ali ©2000
Before leaving you
(just for a while)
you kissed me and
I felt your lips tremble.
Perhaps you heard my words,
though, they were secretly spoken.
"It's a crap shoot until you are dead"
then off I went.
Perhaps you thought
angels' halos' had all vanished.
Well, so have the tulips, my love.
Yet, I am not gone-
never gone.
Perhaps for nights
at a time
I hibernated between sheets
not dozing till dawn.
Maybe for hours I sat and talked
to some unseen voodoo priest
like a phantast who doesn't
need to sleep to dream.
Perhaps I've grown
some
loved some even died some
Maybe the raindrops
are the only virgins left.
Still, I'm not gone,
love
I'll never be gone.
Lauretta Ali ©2000
