my black arms
black enough to be infinite
all colors combined to create blackness
the darkest of all things
these black coils that sprout out
sprout slowly
sprout curly
sprout insecurely
bouncy like the wires that we find under trampolines
bouncy bouncy bouncing
on these springs that sprout of my head
she pulled one and watched it spring back to its original position
lips brighter than roses
pink with the kiss of illumination
radiating with fullness as they sit on the blackness that is my face
"está es tu replica"
my twin whose skin is the blackest
her hair made of wires
lips pink as carnations
her dress the color of the sky
I find irony that her dress is day and she is night
A figurine that is my twin
A reminder this is what she knew me as before she knew me
This is who I'll be after she's known me
I am black the infinite night sky that is infinite enough to intrude on day
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
my black arms
black enough to be infinite
all colors combined to create blackness
the darkest of all things
these black coils that sprout out
sprout slowly
sprout curly
sprout insecurely
bouncy like the wires that we find under trampolines
bouncy bouncy bouncing
on these springs that sprout of my head
she pulled one and watched it spring back to its original position
lips brighter than roses
pink with the kiss of illumination
radiating with fullness as they sit on the blackness that is my face
"está es tu replica"
my twin whose skin is the blackest
her hair made of wires
lips pink as carnations
her dress the color of the sky
I find irony that her dress is day and she is night
A figurine that is my twin
A reminder this is what she knew me as before she knew me
This is who I'll be after she's known me
I am black the infinite night sky that is infinite enough to intrude on day
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