Daily Prompt: Assumption


you hope you know it, but you really don`t.

Brother, you see the way the wind swirls her dress,

The way her nails turn inwards into your skin in ecstasy,

The way her caress feels like a feather on you,

Soft and comforting, there and not there,

You don’t know.


Let me tell you what I was told,

One day, my old man with his old African accent,

His whisk stuck between his legs,

The edge of his kiko perpetually hugging his lips,

`Don`t think you know them,

Even your wives, and daughters,you really don’t`

They are masters of the play.



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