GIRL NEXT DOOR!
Your last call took me to the seventh heaven,
Last night was a bright night of the soul,
The windfall of your words made me craze with glee,
And the tranquil giggles of your voice shed cold sweats on my goose flesh.
But, does your Mother Know?
Does she know you secretly whisper to the stranger next door,
When she tucks you to bed do you tell her of your escapades in the dead of the night?
Does she know you create a patch of Heaven for us two when grey shades fall in the twilight,
Do you tell her tales of your breathless episodes when sudden gasps creep your room?
Does your mother know you throw rolls of glimpses my way when my windows crack open?
Does she know you gasp for air with every wave of grip..
Do you tell her of the little notes that fall from the cleft of your wall,
Does she know you’re falling hard and there ain’t nothing to hold on to?
Does she? Does your mother know?
© Bundi Kiambi Dennis.