Is that charcoal I see in your skin...
Carbon and water reflections as I fancy free glance at thee...
How can one so delicate be so graceful, so strong?
Able to take the pressure of me...
The sprinkles and the driving need.
So wet while having the ability to be the catalyst for so much fire that has swept planetarily...
Sweeping across the forest of humanity.
Setting some mentalities free while holding so many enslaved.
Lost in the hold of your charms formed of this earth that we trod while searching for identity.
A reason for this insanity.
We in the womb lost in primal passions while professing moderninity.
The perusal of a man...
Reflecting on the charcoal in your skin...
The beauty of our beginnings
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
I like how your every word matched those pictures thanks for posting the link and allowing me to see this thru you.
ReplyDeleteWHY THANK YOU ALICIA. THE PICTURES ARE THE REASON FOR THE SCRIBE. THANK YOU FOR READING
DeleteUnmatched brilliance, King!
ReplyDeleteThanks my brother.
DeleteI do what I want here.