Alysia Harris, Jennah Bell, Jasmine Mans “Waitiing” performed at The Strivers Row showcase “Dean’s List 3”
I always wonder about that still and reflective moment before poets recite their poems. What goes through their mind, and how do they get into character, especially Alysia Harris? Lovee her.
There is someone out there finishing (my sentences) and the last of my laundry. There’s someone out there making room on his pillow for me; if not for my face, at least a poem or two.
You are the first adult I ever dated.
The only man I never had to labor for.
If anyone should ever ask, I would describe you as a wealth of Sundays.
You gave me two feet of white Calla Lilies.
Made me feel like a bride that Friday night.
You found treasure where thieves before found trinkets that use to gamble my bones for luck, but there is honesty in your touch from navel up.
I have sailed your spine straight as a whistle and marveled at the industry of your mind. The last time I saw you; you were just as beautiful as the first so don’t blush. Don’t look away. Just hold my gaze.
