Cool breeze sway below
sun rays propelling above
fields of black archieves...
If you would be that
in which you say I am not
Segregation dies....
Cold stone with no name
dead flowers wilting away
over an empty grave....
Her forbidden fruit
submerged in moist tenderness
divulge timeless sins...
Her pierced heart opened
regurgitating your bitter touch
peacefully she sleeps...
Last...I smother your
loins with soft silky juices
conveyed by my kiss....
Critically slurred
intentionally murdered
still....their voice is heard
Black is the color
of my skin...wisdom is the
substance of my mind....
Besit your hearts' song
waltz the music of time
healing pains of love
In a distant pane
echoes a colorless moon
in a nuclear band