Many, many, many nights
His light was so bright that they turned away
And he stood alone
Every night and every day
Then he turned to me
He saw his reflection in me
And he smiled at me when he turned to me
Then he said to me
How good it is, how good it is
How good it is, how good it is
I'm an Orange Moon
I'm brighter than before
Brighter than ever before
I'm an Orange Moon and I shine so bright
Cause I reflect the light of my sun
I praise the day, he turned my way
And smiled at me
He gets to smile and I get to be orange, that I love to be
How good it is, how good it is"
~Erykah Badu
I don't remember the first time I heard it
But I remember
specifically
admiring the orange glow that seeped through my
bedroom blinds.
Street light glow.
I had started to keep them just slightly open
Slightly
Just enough to feel the tiger stripes on my face.
I stroked my belly,
followed those stripes with curious fingertips
And they kissed my knuckles
The stripes did
They would kiss me...
Street light sensuality.
Those stripes would lock hands with mine
and she would sing to me
Erykah
Yea Erykah would sing to me "How good it is"
And it was.
Yea
Yea, I remember waiting
Waiting on my moon to be orange
But settling for the glow of my street lights
Settling
And thinking to myself "How good it is"
And it was.
You know what I never remember?
Falling asleep
Yea falling
And I usually can't recall my dreams neither.
But I remember waking up
Mhmm waking up and the street lights
My street lights
would be gone.
1 comment:
it's interesting to note the way the amber orange of the moon mimics the color scheme and over all smooth texture of your blog as a whole. never the less this poem ends on a somewhat difficult note because it seems the warmth and jubilee that the orange moon seems to caress you with and kiss all over you with leaves at the end? why? still beautiful. just musings from one poet it the next. i think the answer would lead you to another poem. but love u much. and u poetry and the lined connection u drew erykah badu to yourself was seamless.
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