Conversations with Love

Published by JAH Light Communications

email: jahlightcommunications@gmail.com

Editors:

Angela S. Clayton, Hazel Clayton Harrison, and John P. Smith, Jr.

Cover Art: Elias Harrison

ISBN: 978-0-9895136-0-9

ISBN: 9781483525303

Library of Congress Number: 2013918341

Copyright © 2013 by JAH Light Communications

All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or in any means – by electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise – without prior written permission.

First Edition, Paperback: March, 2014

Printed in the United States of America

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This book is dedicated to our mothers.

And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love.

But the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)

Table of Contents

Preface

Feast

My Favorite Thanksgiving Dish?

My Hot Lover

Hot Water Cornbread

Homage to Greens

Storge

Happy Mother's Day '95

Mother Daughter Bond

I Loves Me Some Me

To My Grandfather

Happy 21st Birthday Johnathon

Love Letter to My Daughter

For Terry

Love Note to My Son

Firstborn

Phileo

Thank You for your Support

I Met Her on the Chat Line

Let me count the ways

The Right to Bare Arms

Why did you do that?

Eros

Would you be my Valentine?

So Deep

Your Fantasy Girl

May You

The Mind of a Brotha

My Man Done Left Me Blues

Don't Trip

The ABC's of Valentine's Day

Can I Be?

Can I talk 2 U

Where I wanna be

Honeymoon Thoughts

Could you Stand it?

Lovemaking ABC's

I Love You

Agape

The Greatest Birth

Inter Galactic Love

Conversation with Love

BIOS

Miss Hazel

Angel-Ahhh

Johnny Phrase

Preface

What does love mean to you? How many different ways do you use the word? Since love has such a broad range of meanings, it can be defined in many different ways. The love for God can be different than love for family, a friend, or a spouse. In Conversations with Love we express in poetic dialog the four Greek forms of love, as well as Feast, a form we've added.

Storge, motherly love of offspring and family.

Phileo, brotherly friendship love.

Eros, passionate, sensual, romantic love.

Agape, spiritual Christ-like love.

And finally, Feast, a joyous love of food.

Our hope is to enlighten the reader through poetry and prose about these different kinds of love.

My Favorite Thanksgiving Dish?

My Favorite Thanksgiving Dish?

Why are you asking me this?

My answer doesn't exist but I can give you a list.

But I'm curious to see, if others will disagree;

Because if it's up to me, I'll have to choose at least 3!

Start with my salad,

Layered croutons and almonds on top;

Tossed with fat free dressing

and other veggies pre-chopped.

Then my cranberry sauce is mixed with honey and spice;

I have a special recipe for red beans and rice.

Roasted apple-butter biscuit melts as you chew it;

Spicy scalloped potatoes have parsley cooked through it.

Palm-sized parmesan-herb cloverleaf rolls

Sit next to lemon garlic dip in warm dinner bowls.

Sweet potatoes, hot-buttered, spicy, zesty, and sweet;

Mustard and cheese covers broccoli with heat.

The main dish,

the centerpiece, makes me smile like a baby;

Maple-glazed roasted turkey with bourbon-pecan gravy.

But turkey ain't nothin' without corn bread stuffin';

Peach cobbler and pumpkin pie must stay warm in the oven.

Those aren't the only desserts, I have two more to supply;

Banana wafer pudding and caramelized pecan pie.

So do you see what I mean, it's sooo hard to choose;

If I pick only one, the rest of them lose.

I know your mouth watered the moment you read this;

Oooh! I forgot,

Candied parfait, with chocolate strips on the edges!

Johnny Phrase

My Hot Lover

Every time I turn the corner

I am reminded of you.

You are sooo damn hot

And tender.

You are so hot you are smokin'!

It's your golden brown skin

That always seems to reel me in.

Those shapely legs

Voluptuous breasts

And thick thighs.

You're closer to perfect when paired with fries.

I'd even lick your insides if I could have you every day.

I'm addicted to you.

I often catch myself daydreaming about your juices,

Flowing down the side of my mouth.

How savory you are.

To my tongue you're a Supa' Star.

And your smell

Anyone can tell when you're near.

I just wish you were here

So I can taste your essence.

You spread your wings but never fly.

You only live so you can die.

In fact, I saw you one day getting yo' strut on.

Then out of nowhere,

I had the sudden desire to bite your neck

Awww, what the heck.