"Mahogany"

“Mahogany"©
by Tulip Cole


He sat two seats in front of me on the bus every morning
He smiled at me just to say hello, and just like Beyonce, I could see his halo
His skin looked as if he just jumped out of a chocolate swimming pool and it dried in every beautiful spot on his gorgeous body

His lips were like rose pedals, a beautiful pastel pink and his eyes glittered an amazing brown in the mid day sun as my eyes danced every day at the sight of seeing him..
He never spoke to me in fact I didn’t think he knew my name but I knew his, see
they called him Mahogany and he was unaware that he had fan in me, see for months I noticed him in his nice Italian looking suit, drinking his coffee, listening to his i-pod and ignoring me.

Never having the courage to go up to him and speak, I sat in the corner like a sheep being meek and at times pretending to be asleep, see
I was scared what he might think of me.
He was like a beautiful Michelangelo painting, a living embodiment of David, and a true African King all rolled up in one, he was just that fine

One day he got on the bus, walked past his seat and to my surprise he sat beside me,
I felt like a rocket, ready to go off at any moment, see he didn’t know what that meant to me
Silent we both were. Like a rhythmic drum, my heart began beating at tempo faster than the speed light

I didn’t think it would last long, I mean what would he see in me? The longer the wait the faster the beating until he reached out his hand as his greeting and said “Hi, They call me Mahogany and you are unaware you have a fan in me. See I notice you every morning drinking your tea, reading a book, or asleep. And sometimes I want to walk back here just to whisper in your ear that I think I am experiencing love at first sight but I’m scared. See I heard they call you Carmel and you are the all to end everything, the one desire my soul has to breathe, and the only thing I look forward to in the morning”

So we sat and talked and after much consideration, I realized he was best for me.
I never felt like kissing his beautiful pastel pink rose pedals before.
I never felt like looking into his glittery amazing brown eyes before.
I never felt like breathing in his air or soaking up his knowledge before
But now I couldn’t hide it anymore

He sleeps right next to me in our bed every morning
He kisses me on my cheek just to say hello, and just like Beyonce, I can see his halo.
His name is Mahogany and he is aware that he has a fan in me