Nola and the Prince
His real name escapes me
The look still remains
Etched in the darkest
Parts of meThe blackest eyes
Hair and skin
Perfectly matched
Smoother in delivery
Impeccable in chemistry
He offered me the town
For freeTo the French quarter
His friend, Top Hat Johnny
Had a flat almost sweeter
Than the wine pouredT’s business, raves and x
And parts unknown
His show taboo
We watched
The zombies bounce
My clueless miss
My last taste of innocenceWe high stepped through
Criss cross streets and alleyways
To a private club
With no name
Top Hat cut the stringsOnce inside, our entourage
Parted the masses of maybes
That gravitated for attention
He was underground
And Top Hat celebrityOur friend smiling graciously
Always on the fringe
In the darkness of his honor
I swallowed 2 and hit the bottle
Six of us lit up that clubWe all dry humped Top Hat’s girl
T, stayed cool with that
Knowing the lamb
Was yet to be sacrificed
The body to be borrowedSpider webs, candy legs
And voodoo eyes
We cemetery in Creole
He cast me spellbound
Releasing hold once bledHis #’s disconnected
Three days later
The fog remained
The soul he stole
The one I watched
Never returned whole