Who are you? I wonder?
The sound of your voice
The sun in your sweet sweet skin
Your blackness. Does your skin taste like blue mountain coffee?
Does your soul sing like the wailers on pulsating guitar chords. You have lit my curiosity. Set fire to the wick and I’m burning to know. To get close enough to let my light illuminate your details
I can tell you come from old time places
Where hello good mornings and good days are not abnormal
I can tell you come from painful places
I can feel it. I can hear it when you tell me.
Talk to me of where your blood has been
And where you plan to take it
Talk to me of freedom, and how you plan to make it
Tell me your story, you’ve lived only the beginning. I can see your glory
Black skin brimming, deep smile shining, inner peace and search for love and longing I can see
You’re lonely like me awaiting something better. Come now.
Let’s fly somewhere together. And get to know each other
Escape the inclement weather