we measured our hands.
yes, we did that in the beginning
of our historic us.
You conceived me one day at
a time and the time lapsed
when our hearts broke
with broken promised births.
Where I would then continue
And you would become summer;
The season beneath us eroded
Our helpless tree branches.
The braces of our tears tore
Freedom smiles and all the while
You laid sleeping inside my
Black voided collar bone.
Empty eyes and the floor is undone;
Of ink and love
