By Arcassin Burnham

Pretty nails grabbing hold of
Your hand and all these atmospheres don't give us the
Time to make a simple request upon each others
Innocence with this in mind we both incist on a
First kiss between each other , is it a crime ?
To be in love at the waterfall,
It's fatal loving her but you go through it all,
Quiet conversations you don't mean to stall,
How could you ever love a black girl with a
Close call,
Don't understand,
Mixing vanilla and chocolate only makes something
So divine,
Something that could move through time and tell the
Others everything is fine.


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I don’t know if you know
I carry you
in an involuntary sigh
in a constant exodus of yearning
and in the frantic deepness of all
nostalgic thought, shaking time and distance
to place me near you
in the closeness of your warmth
remembered

I carry you in sorrow
precipitated
in the absence of your voice
and in the memory of your rib cage molded
in the shape of ardent weakness
my embrace

I carry you, the braille at the tip of my fingers
life drawn in lines on my left palm
and in the carcass of calm interrupted
by the pounding of a heart’s ill-time

I don't know if you know, but
I carry you in the crown of memories consoled
and in the spine of excess
where I fall, between involuntary sighs
defeated
in your skin remembered
from the confines
of the heart