Take Me Home
This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece
I got the Combahee In my mouth The thick spill of molasses between my cheeks Let a single drop of honeysuckle On my lips So I can kiss you Leave you with the lasting taste Of a Georgia peach Drizzling down ur sticky chin A deep down southern belle wid A lil bit a sunflower on my toes And cotton grazing my fingertips Fields open wide To my gyrating dances St. Louis under my feet And Tallahassee tucked beneath my arm I got light in my dark, shrouded places Warmth to fight off the threat of the cold And low hanging oranges to pick When you’re fixing for a drink And something fleshy to bite I got Fisk roads on my body Curving all up and down my backside and bosom Durham on my throat like Sweat pooling around my tender areas I got Atlanta slithering through my veins Moving my arms and legs like the Shenandoah and Black Warrior rivers I’m almost heaven Sitting at the tops of redwoods Crossing my legs with the branches And letting autumn leaves fall from neath my skirt I got home Here waiting in the geography of my body I got the Mississippi In my mouth
© Ama Akoto (2018)