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hazel eyes rest languid
   soft clarinet jazz blows far away
                    smooth skin beacons calloused hands

mini-blinds separate yellow street lamp light
casting patterned shadows
       our mixed class
                       mingles with
                                the last tenants sweat and musk

sticky fumbling on a stained sheet
   while the bass line plays low
mouths pass but never touch
        forgoing intimacy
                     bent on the finish line

rumpled stockings in the moonlight
    lay below a lipstick stained wine glass

all that she left
       colored the room rose    /

Barefoot and blue
Waiting for a waterbirds solemn return
Silently guided by a stiff windward call
to closure , my melancholy day in sunlit
exposure , from behind the clouds lie such
explosions , red eyes placed center stage ,
as would be thespians hide elephant red rage
Caramel colored , landlocked baptistry
Soak these tired feet , wash the salt from open
wounds , diluting memory and public affairs
Carry them to the bottom* ...

I thirst, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasures there.

It was the sight of Thy dear cross
First wean'd my soul from earthly things;
And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.

I want that grace that springs from Thee,
That quickens all things where it flows,
And makes a wretched thorn like me
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.

Dear fountain of delight unknown!
No longer sink below the brim;
But overflow, and pour me down
A living and life-giving stream!

For sure of all the plants that share
The notice of thy Father's eye,
None proves less grateful to His care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.

She's a smile
A warm June rain
A raspberry tea during a firefly show
A child's creative finger on a frosted window
The wonder of the first snow
The oak fire , the crackle and the glow* ...

He whispered "I Love You"
And deaf I played.
Protecting a heart so delicate.

Take a deep breath
Inhale , exhale. Smile a little, and breath
Don't be overwhelmed because it could all fade in the morning...

Sweety it might be nothing or it could be every thing you every wanted.
Still to early to wonder, but hell, whose my time keeper.

He brings me back to my 1st love, reminded im a child of God.
How can he not be mine, if his shines like the angle I'v being praying for.

Praying for and silently yearning for.
Nothing I had in mind or imagined, not my ideal. But maybe what I need.
Something clean, something pure, something blessed...  Could this be an answered prayer!?
My God sent... to calm my chaotic world.

In my own skin, Black and beautiful
For an African child I am, proud of my roots.
My skin, burnt and scorched,
Scares visible, for untold stories they represent.

Living In a society where girls fail to embrace who they are, because of the color of there skin.
Chocolate dark brown, black women I proudly am,
A warrior , queen and healer...
How different would the world be if black women knew there strength.
If I where reborn, I'd  desire to be black.
Indoni ya'Manzi... Proudly Black and Beautiful.

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