[lady in red] "at 4:30 AM"

at 4:30 AM she rose movin the arms & legs that trapped her she sighed affirmin the sculptured man & made herself a bath of dark musk oil egyptian crystals & florida water to remove his smell to wash away the glitter to watch the butterflies melt into suds & the rhinestones fall beneath her buttocks like smooth pebbles in a missouri creek layin in water she became herself ordinary brown braided woman with big legs & full lips reglar seriously intendin to finish her night’s work she quickly walked to her guest straddled on her pillows & began ‘you’ll have to go now/ i’ve a lot of work to do/ & i cant with a man around/ here are yr pants/ there’s coffee on the stove/ its been very nice/ but i cant see you again/ you got what you came for/ didnt you’ & she smiled he wd either mumble curses bout crazy bitches or sit dumbfounded while she repeated ‘i cdnt possibly wake up/ with a strange man in my bed/ why dont you go home’ she cda been slapped upside the head or verbally challenged but she never waz & the ones who fell prey to the dazzle of hips painted with orange blossoms & magnolia scented wrists had wanted no more than to lay between her sparklin thighs & had planned on leavin before dawn & she had been so divine devastatingly bizarre the way her mouth fit round & now she stood a reglar colored girl fulla the same malice livid indifference as a sistah worn from supportin a wd be hornplayer or waitin by the window & they knew & left in a hurry she wd gather her tinsel & jewels from the tub & laugh gayly or vengeful she stored her silk roses by her bed & when she finished writin the account of her exploit in a diary embroidered with lilies & moonstones she placed the rose behind her ear & cried herself to sleep.