I am all but lonely. I am filled by the pleasures of being in intimate company again. I am dealing well with company that keeps my mind off of television and news since, anyway, there is only one here and it hasn’t been turned on once since we’ve arrived. There is just a bunch of feeling going on. Even I have to keep my mind off of the history text books sometimes and look to faces that are fresh and familiar; that rise my emotions like the increasing sound of horns in jazz songs. I lay my body down and allow love to lift me. I am floating again and it is just pleasant to love a black man who is strong willed and feminine; filled with melanin that turns him golden; meticulous; adventurous; seductive; and potent. It is pleasant to love a black man who is a painting, and a mirror, and a lion; gallant! His love, and God’s, puts me in good spirits.
Bell Hue
