wavy

in bed

that night

I thought about her

I have lost count of

the women I was with

on the same bed.

she was different

with them I was

emotionless

motionless

passionless

nowIwasinbed

with nobody

and thought about Joy.

she was different

I was emotional about her 

passionate

I wanted her

not for her perfectly shaped body 

or for her calm angel voice

or her lotioned skin

or her dark chocolate melanin or her wavy Afro hair

or her desirable lips.

no!

I wanted Joy for joy 

I wanted joy for Joy 

I wanted Joy for Joy.