24.10.11

Planet Earth


Take a seat
Not on the sidewalk
You’re a lady and
I won’t even
Touch that
And they won’t touch
Me or the concrete
Benches where we watch
Its dark here
Peace and water moving
Rest under this darkness as
Often as I
Do, don’t
Close your fists
Open your fingers
I want to touch them to
The insides of my wrists
If your hands were a color
Other than you, I’d
Ask God to make you white
Blue, like the ocean
To show me
There’s infinity growing
I need to crash into
Tides pull me under
Sheets, I only think
Keep breathing,
Kami, keep
Breathing in your
Corner is unfolding me
Like the love note
I’m too shy to write

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