Only because I am a sucker for black love
The sun is black
and I don’t like the way your fingers strum the strings in my
heart,
It’s a little too light for feels
It’s a little too wet for the stars to melt on the lips of the sunset
night
but it’s wet enough to drown
your name in my mouth.
The sun is black and
I want you to wine with me.
The sun is black and
there are galaxies built like fortress
in the eyes of our women.
The wind is harsh
rustling through the trees
and there is a song blue
as the sea on the lips of our men.
We run in the fields
to find ourselves dancing
in circles in an ebony night
free from shackles,
free from hounding noises,
free from our soft whispers,
Just our eyes holding a dialogue
in our chest.
The sun is black
and the night is yet
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