Black Love
When the luminous rays of the fireball so many miles away just glistens off of your brown skin...
It often forces the mind to wander to distant sacred places that can only be found within...
Curious to know what that touch would bring about..
Bites of my lip, arch in my back, oh my soul starts to cry out...
Just to envision our thoughts intertwined and our breaths become one...
This type of mental indulgence has the power to create a black life under the sun...
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world