{MODERN BALLET FADING TO BLACK}
THE SOUND AS WE DANCE...
https://youtu.be/XQZ0WrXoIwI

And here we are naked and dancing...
Music in the background and it blends so delicately...
Your flower beckoning...
Mans tree standing strong and we are swept along as grunts and moans...
As drops of sweat dripping and running down brown skin.
As screams of pleasure and cries of excitement...
Smell and touch.
We are the melody and the bassline...
The crescendo as we rising higher become the feeling.
The friction as man drives into the wetness of woman's grip...
The pulsations as he lays deep... A pause as he appreciates she.
As he bends his head and sucks of breast...
A shudder... A tremble.
The beast... The queen bee... They pirouetting so scintillatingly.
The blend as the curtains wave inward from the summer breeze...
As it cools heated flesh entwined and entangled in the throes of passionate embraces and forgotten frustrations.If only for as long as woman is in man's arms...
A sigh and he lies on her stomach...
His and her fluid merged.
The dance complete...
The dancers falling into sedated repose...
Shadows in a darkened room.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{WHO YEAH YAAA}
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/vu8ExU353hw

Nothing in this world could surpass thine beauty... Your skin the basis for these lives.

It buried in your mitochondrial and passed along.

It sang in song and testified to in manuscript... Who yeah yaaaa...

Ethiopia and Africa... Egypt and you born of the earth inspire men to aspire.

Your name embedded in the birds whistle, the horn of the car, the people as they rush by...

Black, white and Asian... Who yeah yaaa.

Your variations and mutations millennial such a blessing, such abundance, spoken of in churches where they try to turn you white...
Telling blatant lies as truth... Bleaching your skin with words and images.
Through all these things you have borne me brothers and sisters... Born my seed.
Through all these things I chant these words... Who yeah yaaa.
When we locked in the belly of the beast cried out it was you who listened... Who eased our pain.
It was you who rubbed salve on our whipped metaphorical backs.
Sent us script.
A man nothing without his backbone... Nothing without his blood and vicera... Nothing without the knowledge of who and what he is.
The support of a queen... Who yeah yaaaa.
You the beginning and the end just as surely as man...
Just as surely as promises made in ancient languages as we stood under ancient moons and prepared to lay down and sleep...
Sheen of sweat from our copulation as we mingled merge...
The sun rising as you fertile stood bearing fruit...
Your skin the basis for all hue-man life...
I man chant...
Who yeah yaaa.