what God gave me; black
to
begin with. a natural
decay
and beautiful beating
death of
soft wires surrounding my
eyelids.
a black canvas i grew
back into even
after the cleaver
textured life. black soul
to dance in my glory
silver days;
her glowing here and now
days.
when it was just love
when it was just love, my
love.
we made rooted our
femininity in
our stems of hope and
transpired.
dear bare branches,
i was always in love with
you.
your defeated happiness
and
textured birched veins
feathered
in reincarnate; souls of
origin of
our first worlds. i
admired for
so long your lonely brave
dance;
naked and confident you
are
my therapy freeing wings.
in the beginning when it was just
love, my love.
