You Can't Catch Me...

I remember the first time I heard those beckoning words

He told me that my skin was the color of pecans

and that my eyes looked like chocolate kisses

Sweet talker

or

just filled to the brim with his own desire

Desire speaks and says things that girls like us think we need to hear

It whispers words of physical affirmation

while it is not at all interested in our souls

Desire summons in a distinct way

it says “hey sweet thing I see you”

“you need some help”

“come on over here and I'll be what you need me to be”

And then POOF in a flash

It's gone

It walks away licking it's whiskers

like a cat who just trapped a mouse

Mmmm mmmm that was easy

If you're tired of being captured by desire

Being used by your own weakness

And you want to stop waking up on the wrong side of town

Stop listening to desire

You know what it sounds like

It has no new lines

No new tricks

It says the same thing all of the time

It calls you different names maybe...but with the same voice

Come on beautiful butterfly

You know who you are

You are a magnificent

Creation by the Hand of God

The sun is your mirror

and the stars adorn your hair

Dance to the music composed for you by your Daddy

the Almighty

the Creator of

Heaven and Earth and You

and

Walk like a Princess clothed in a gown made purely of God's love...

Head up

Shoulders back

and

Virtue in place....

“You can't catch me...”

Bonita Jones Knott 4-28-2012