.
It seems silly in this moment
but let me just say:
William TELL! Do TELL! TELL Me A Story!
or, maybe just …TELL Me Something Good!
.
how could I not take the advantage
the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
to play with your name
to chance your smile
to risk a another slap on my wrist
.
Truth be told
Entering the room where you stood eating
confident … owning your ground
I expected you to say:
Angel. Vixen. Joy. or just for once
the Sistah to say “You can call me Often”
.
instead
you are called by the most unexpected
of monikers: Tell
so,
Tell me you love me
floods my mind from songs on the radio
“Tell Me…Tell Me…Tell Me….
Won’t you tell, tell, tell …tell me”
.
I’m certain that the crooner is crying
his tears are starting their journey
his shirt front stiffens for their weight…
.
Wait, I have it wrong
the song is, “Say You Love Me”
but what a wonderful mistake!
.
Forever and more the thought of you
the first thought of you
and every time I say your name
and consider your face
every time I
enjoy you chewing
recall you standing in a room
every time I
drink the aroma of your memory
it’ll come with the joy of song
.
.
.
4tel2
Jas. Mardis
Jas Mardis 