Auras are peculiar mass
you stimulated my senses
I read you
you are not black.
I still feel your being
hear your whispering thoughts
all I am unable to interpret
I learn to accommodate.
You can not
you do not know me.
You do.
You do not normally say it,
you did.
Your delusional illustration
stole from me my common senses
only a game would you still be interested.