Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Kissed by the Sun

Dark wood
mahogany
rich soil
and burnt brass
yes the sun has kissed you, my love
land left you sparkling from it's kiss
oh how I love to see your skin when it glistens
it shines so smooth
as it rides the roots of an everlasting beauty
like the African violet you are
that dug deep into the fine black soil
to present a flower so lush, proud and striking
that it had to be from the magnificent
I just want to dive into your ocean
of beautiful black skin
so I can swim my way onto your treasure's core
and release your oyster's gift
and show you the black pearl that you really are
Oh, how I long to be the explorer to navigate
and travel all up and down your black skin
to plant my own flag in your land
of milk and honey
Oh, how I dream to be a boat
to sail on onto the vastness of your night's skin
into a midsummer night's dream
into a time and place when I was king
and you were my queen
and my only envy was the sun

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