AFRICAN QUEENS GROW EVERYWHERE
You look like an African Queen
Your hair all done up
In hills and valleys of braids
Divided, twisted, turned into more
Complicated patterns of braids
Gold pins adorn the top of your head
Create a universe of suns
Braids long to curl in intimate places
Snake down, telltale S's tendrils and spit curls
Trace down your forehead
Frame your soft round brown face
Fine doubles S's playfully extend down your neck
Endear my heart to spit curls,
Eyes cast, half-mast
Lips gently parted, full and moist
Of what do you dream, my teenage African Queen
I watch you and wonder who you are,
What do you think of and where
Goes your mind when you gaze?
I speculate about your family, your friends
Your enemies, your past,
Who made you what you are?
What have you suffered? What makes you glow?
Or smile My African Queen?
I study your expressions, they linger then flee,
A constant flux, a flow, stop and go
Ahh hah, ... Caught in a momentary thought
A spider web, a flicker of light
Shadows flitter cross your face,
Deep set eyes, warm, dark brown swirling pools,
... Is it anger I see?
Your slightly curled lips reveal disdain
And your ever-vigilant nature
EVER OBSERVANT ... ALWAYS WATCHFUL,
I CAUGHT YOU ON MY SUBWAY RIDE