Acapella

You are the drum in my heart beat
Bass and guitar lead
Stuck on the notes you play
Kelis

I have always longed for love.BIG romantic LOVE! Attention I have always had. Friends, family and lovers I have had in abundance. I guess I am insatiable because, none of it seems to compare to the feeling of a man's tenderness directed solely at me. Even if only for a moment.

I was in need of that touch, one cool fall night in Brooklyn. My phone rang and I lazily said Hello. I am at Grant Ave, do you want to see me? I looked at my phone to read the ID and there it was. Quincy. I agreed, hopped in my late 80's model Camry, and drove the three blocks to pick him up. He was smiling at me when I pulled up.

He got in and didn't look my way, and asked where I wanted to go. I decided to take him on a drive. I was tired of being in the apartment. He rolled up a blunt full of pungent blueberry and made small talk. We wound our way through Queens until I saw the east side skyline of Manhattan. He directed me to a park in the Jackson Heights neighborhood. We can smoke here. We got out and started walking along the river edge. We saw guys in the shadows, doing various freaky things. One male/female couple were clearly about to go half on a baby, on the hood of a white pimp mobile. I knew what kind of park this was, but was slightly amused he brought me there.

We had met months ago and never hung out. He was a friend of a friend. We talked fashion and music. He was from Baltimore and he had a gold crown on his tooth to prove it. I overlooked it, because everything about his style was so on point. Vintage golf caps matched to argyle socks, thrift store t-shirts and limited edition denim, all worn with a frayed denim jacket. I think he would have worn that jacket to a funeral. He never took it off. And I never saw his legs in public.

Months after making acquaintance, there we were smoking a cigar full of ganja, on the side of an abandoned swimming pool overlooking the East Harlem river Skyline. Do you like me? I coquettishly asked. I am not good at noticing when guys are into me. He took a puff, inhaled, and exhaled Yea.

To say I was surprised would be the least of things, because at that very moment the cops showed up. Far flung the blunt and out came the cigarettes. He moved with the dexterity of a lifelong bad boy. I lit up and moved slowly toward him, in terror. Its fine. He cooed. My fear evaporated. The cops didn't even stop at us. But they eventually found somebody to harass. The couple on the car. Good thing to, that girl I heard say she was 14.

We got back to Fort Greene, where he lived and I dropped him at a bar. He said he was meeting friends and would call me later to see if I was up. I smiled and stonedly made my way home. Blaring my ( later stolen) copy of the instrumental version of N.E.R.D's first release. I was no longer alone in the City. I felt well pleased. I also felt,thirsty. So I stopped at the next corner market I saw and grabbed a gallon of water.

I had downed the thing in a matter of blocks. While waiting at a light on Eastern Pkwy, the urge to piss hit my loins with a BANG! I swerved out of traffic, down the access street and onto a side street. No shortage of abandoned buildings to use. I barely stopped, through on the parking brake and jumped out. I left my door open and ran three steps into a demolished tenement structure. I pissed a fury of water all over the place. I was in ecstasy.Crisis avoided, I returned to my vehicle. A stoop boy across the street said something to me. I ignored him and pulled off. I turned to get back to my route. Green light. White Van! I am about to have a head on collision with a white church van!

Then the sirens and the noise is everywhere. " Get out of your car with your hands up, NYPD" Everything else is a blur. All I remember is something about them looking for crack, and making me take off my shoes. I yelled for people to look and make sure the boys in blue did not mistake any of my movements as furtive. I survived that ordeal, only to return to my car with no rear view mirror and stuff everywhere. I decided to just deal with it later and pulled off again.

When my high rise was in full view on Linden Blvd. My phone rang. Hey chocolate, are u home? I shakily replied no. I was completely sobered up. He asked if I wanted company, I replied sure. I am at your stop. I made the right and went and scooped him up.

We came back to my place. He rolled another blunt. We smoked and we talked about designers, while he played in my hair. He kissed me on my neck. I began to cry. He didn't ask me any questions, he led me to my futon,helped me out of my clothes, and laid me down. He got undressed. He laid beside me. He rolled my large frame onto his slender one. I fell asleep. I loved Quincy that night. He came to see me every night that week. He moved back to Baltimore after that.

Until him NYC had been very lonely. Thank you Quincy.

AINT THAT THE TRUTH!