Black Poetry : 85 degrees

blakverb

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She said I must be cut from a divine fabric
because when she was done wiping her body's
desires with my physical verbs she said
"God whispered that I was the one"
and he seperated the clouds so she
could see my abstract image on the sun rays
reaching out to her with a touch of
85 degrees...

extinguishing rain teardrops before they
landed upon her causing her soils to bleed pain
I became her vestibule so she can take
shelter in my soul and dry her eyes with
the whole...of me...as arcane as it
may seem she understands that I am the
prophetic one who

sees when shes not looking not
needing to turn her head cause I've
got her back I am the one that
stitches her dark days into shade
when she wants to be cool, or if not...
she knows the breeze from my lungs
will do

(c)2001 blakverb
 

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