Juke Joint

Her flaws be precise in their imperfections
Heavy metal, juke joint sweet
Late nights laced with early morning flow
Tempting like Big Mama’s blues on a violin
tuned to hip hop
Corn liquor and wine intoxicating
She moves with sh*t talkin hips and
speaks with knives on her tongue
Her words are surgical
They have that “build you up”
then “tear you down” type of manner

Someone should’ve told you not to get use to her praises
See she’s a possessive lover
She will steal them when your heart is not paying attention
She will force compromise down your throat
with a fistful of promises that smell of burning skin
She will write love notes on your lips that feel
more like war stories and obituaries written by  super novas
They will leave open wounds in your emotions
All of her bullets will wear your name,
so her trigger finger will leave holes where hope should be

It would be easier if she hated you,
but she wants you enough to hurt you
to haunt you
to stay
to need
And you can’t leave her because her heavy metal
rocks you to your core
Her juke joint sweet and sh*t talkin hips
remind you of Shug Avery speaking about her father
And you keep telling yourself:
“My baby love me… She just don’t know it.”

But she knows how to commit crimes on your flesh
She knows how to make your moans sound like sirens
She knows how to make orgasms resemble murder
with the way she lays your body and soul down
Her stroke is a full clip playing tag with your mind
And spinning through the chambers of your heart
So she goes straight to your bloodstream
Addiction style

She’s the metaphor that is never written in poems
The verb that slips through your hands like ocean
She be reason and rhyme behind laughter, cries and makeup sex
A deferred dream attempting to find a place to exist in this chaos

So she be sittin gapped leg and letting her hair down in the juke joint of your spirit
Just so she ain’t got to carry the world on her shoulders all the time



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