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Wholesome Rain
mine the color lavender; yours
flaxen,
the sun never shined on a man
as beauty
on a beauty like yours.
whining with passion (a fruit in waiting)
the linger of your shadow haunts me.
your face: a mere memory
of yesterday's reverie. i want
the taste of your luscious, for
with you, i'll crush this
nighttime fantasy, this alabastered
hope that i carry on my breast; this
shadow of negro holding
fast to expectation
like a magnol'
with leaves jaded and shivering -
i want you.
brother,
where 'for art thou
mine dearest romeo? of a fading frost
whilst the family folds temptation?
brother,
where hath thee been
this eager existence
and generations past?; shall I count
the craven temper in your breath?, shall
you know the essence of juliet
that montague passed with a grimace,?
shall you glimpse this tempest
called rhythm
that beats for you? shall you recognize it.
i have awakenings
the drought ethiopia never knew;
(syrian snows fiend for us)
the quenching angels flee from,
but the sustenance
that made demons cry: Love.
tears i have, the shade of manhood
and her shame.
i know you from somewhere; where
'for art thou
brother; our Mother cries for us.
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