Blackness is the Beauty it Be

for the love of being 

now and then

flesh and phantom 

me and we,


let’s stay here in the shade

slowly swaying saying nothing 

beneath this tree we were left to be 

finally alone

each swing erases a worry erases a thought

we wither away in the wind together 

black turned blue skin to blue skin

our sins lay buried beneath us

waiting for our bodies to return to the earth

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