FRAMEWORK

(FRAMEWORK)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE…

You in repose such a lovely work of art.
I sigh for there is so much more I want of you.
From the time of my birth I have been warrior.
Born on the hardest street in the hardest neighborhood in the city.
Born in a place where slavery under a new name held black people down…
All the while all you see is the skin I am in…
What I was when I had to be beast.
It assuring my survival.
I lingering in your air as a molecule drifting across your brown skin…
Wafting to your nostrils scented opium, it my link to true power.
I so locked in a passionate embrace with the thought of love.
Holding it against the black and grey hairs on my chest.
Whispering its name.
Talisman that keeps me from fading away… Becoming as transparent as clean glass against a morning sky.
Beast tranquil as the birds sing of ancient romance, same songs that were sung in a garden paradise echoing in these modern times.
I lost in the framework of your art as it unfolds before these eyes.
Becomes your solidity.
I see you in HD, such a lovely muse that at times it has moved I to tears.
I painting you in these character’s
and lines as you in repose fall from my mind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY