- Mar 19, 2001
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each one of your fingertips
exorcise an experience
the sun brought to me when it
rolled the night up and smoked it's
existence...I can breathe now
...each exhalation is an intonation
of me loving the way you love me
...blak woman...
paint me any color you wish
I am your palette until God wrings out
the earth of the lakes, rivers, oceans
drying the land to create a new beginning...
maybe I'll be your rib this time...
...I can breathe now...you fill my lungs
with hope, faith, and a wind that is blown
to keep my wings full...
I stay afloat above all that faces a brother...
those things that want to bury me
with a blank headstone /to assume I
didn't have a story...but I do and you
the co-author of all that is we...I can flip
the pages....I can breathe now...each fingertip
resuscitates my spirit and I can soar...it
is so phenomenal.
Thank you.
(c)2004 blakverb
exorcise an experience
the sun brought to me when it
rolled the night up and smoked it's
existence...I can breathe now
...each exhalation is an intonation
of me loving the way you love me
...blak woman...
paint me any color you wish
I am your palette until God wrings out
the earth of the lakes, rivers, oceans
drying the land to create a new beginning...
maybe I'll be your rib this time...
...I can breathe now...you fill my lungs
with hope, faith, and a wind that is blown
to keep my wings full...
I stay afloat above all that faces a brother...
those things that want to bury me
with a blank headstone /to assume I
didn't have a story...but I do and you
the co-author of all that is we...I can flip
the pages....I can breathe now...each fingertip
resuscitates my spirit and I can soar...it
is so phenomenal.
Thank you.
(c)2004 blakverb