PARTAKE

[PARTAKE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... I TRIED TO FIND SOMETHING THAT EXPRESSED BLACKNESS AS I SEE IT...
http://youtu.be/A1JZaBCbIs8

As delicately as the last gasp of air to a man in a sealed room... the last morsal of food to a man in a cage.
I partake of you.
Sometimes so high in thoughts of you in all the tones of your skin... Brown and golden.
Sometimes so down in the pits at the loss of you that I sit in silence... lost in a thought... falling... falling.
Yet I would never want another but you as we were created to be...
You are memories of my mother and my grandmother... memories of my ancestory.
My connection with the most high and all these earthly things bound together in cohabitation.
As delicately as the wing of a butterfly... The ashes of an important scroll as it crumbles to dust... The last drop of water as the sun beats down in the middle of nowhere.
I partake of you.
You flow in the force of me that wakes me as the day breaks and gains momentum... Floats by the windows of our ship as we embark on these journeys... come to our ends.
Sometimes so amped on you I feel it as my blood speeds up and tingles in my extremities... Hard and soft are you...
Touch my biorhythms.
I partake of you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY