"Destination"

Where will you go

when the sheets are cold to the touch

the nightstand does not hold my glasses

and the pillows remain untouched by

the Heavenly scent that clings to damp skin

after my evening shower

Where will you go

when loneliness turns into repression

and candles are lit only for rolling blackouts

Storms approach to yield downpours

And my umbrella is not in the hall closet.

Where will you go

as laughter does not fill the acoustic walls

bouncing off distant memories and

my tender voice is only found

in recordable videos

will you watch my body as if it was there

will you listen to old voicemails

to find the inflections of my voice

will old letters become new poetry

comparable to Sonia Sanchez as you find

the birth and rebirth of beauty

within words?

Where will you go

when R&B tracks are begging

for the smooth gliding of feet

to welcome their tune

in hushed embraces

when a kiss on the neck is a welcome

to the invitation of my hips parting

and waves of wetness are your remembrance

of the very thought of my sexiness which

you lost;

Where will you go, my love?

Where?