THE WHO OF WHAT WE ARE

the fog strips us
right down to our
voices only

leaves out the shape or
the skin we're in &
even what *** we are

we lose society's
references
how it elects to see us

stumble around in
this cotton wool
& somehow now

we re-emerge
our selves
tentatively again

you most definitely  
woman
I made man again

white skin
embracing
black skin

nothing now
but
love