POETRY

MIDNIGHT AFFAIR

By

Shari Jo LeKane-Yentumi

Moon flowers bloomed in their translucent glory

against humid darkness. I tasted night air

and inhaled stale dope as you told me your story

with cool reservation. I tried not to stare.

It started as casual conversation,

but music came on and you asked me to dance

to a slow Latin beat, and without hesitation

I followed your lead in a rhythmic romance.

We swayed to the samba that came from your jeep

when you brought my face closer and gave me a kiss.

It lasted as long as the song, and I deeply

relaxed in your bliss. Should the world end like this?

Dawn woke the birds who sang morning’s first prayer

and ushered an end to the midnight affair.

TIMEKEEPER’S WALTZ

By

Shari Jo LeKane-Yentumi

From the very last stroke of the dancing alarm clock,

when dreamscapes are melting to sweet reverie

in the sieve of subconscious where spirits unlock,

there’s a synergy building for delivery.

Ushered in fresh like a strong handyman,

with a rustic world view and gestalt bravery,

– Step, two, three, back, two, three – just like Candy land –

If the Lord is deceased, is the Widow endowed?

Gently she rests, singing love to the Ottoman.

Overstuffed daydreams in bluejeans are allowed,

when will this figment assume incarnation –

enrapturing mainstays to lay claim out loud?

Beggarly trust in the evaluation

of romantic love is an eternal plight

for all who may end up in the realization

that time waltzes on in the midst of the fight

while we’re dancing on, keeping step, doing right.