My Mistress has many names given to her by all those that adore her
My Mistress has many children of all shapes, sizes, and color
She is a great teacher and lover to all
Teaching us all how to sing, dance, cast, and cook
She can hop, sway, and swing
Her dances and songs are better than sin
My Mistress knows how to tempt the devil himself into letting loose and roll with the good times
She’s spicy, sweet, full of rhythm and Congo beats
Her recipes call for several measures of magic and the Holy Trinity
Once I landed on this Creole beauty, I knew my eyes will look for no other
When I tasted her, my soul cried out for more
When her trumpets and drums banged against my skin my heart was rooted in
She does not belong to me but I learned to love her selflessly
My body may not have been borne from her flesh but I am kept
My Mistress of Jazz, my Madam of Gumbo, my Duchess of coffee and beignets and Priestess of all things that go bump in the night
My hips sway to your seductions
My soul sings for your trumpets
My spirit is seasoned by your herbs and spices
My blood is now infused by your second line
My Mistress your name rings out to my being
New Orleans you are tantalizing and freeing
5 thoughts on “My Mistress (5th Hour)”
Oh dang…now I want a visit to Café du Monde! Wonderful work!
Thank you, I truly appreciate it!!! Wish I was there now getting some coffee and beignets.
Love love love it!!! In fact I knew what you were talking about when you said it’s one of the 1st cities you ever visited. But now having experienced it for myself, that poem couldn’t have been more perfect in describing New Orleans. Awesome poem, great work.
Ooops, I meant to say one of your “favorite” cities and not the 1st city you visited.
yea gurl, can’t tell me she doesn’t have her clutches in you too