blue stars shimmering on the canvas of a dark universe
between Nacirema dreams and Bon Nwit’s first flight
Gently tapped by glitter. Enchantment smiled in that lobby
I was relieved.
I was scattered by sights of chaos.
Her planet’s gravity slowly grounded me
Sailing in her air of social introversion — Gentle, kind and self-aware
3 fruits of the spirit
Floating in her sea
She walked the keys of the piano with hands bejeweled
Bodies have keys too, they sing under the moon
Sips of Jima wine
Our layers lay down
Flat on side, flat on back.
She moves sweet
Blue nearly black
Bejeweled hands rub back and neck
Blue velvet, mocha and coffee
She, her, hers
Thank you lord,
For another day.
(poem by Wesley Morris)