
If You Should Bleed and Doubt
Nov 2 · 2 min read
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Start with a simple breath,
Leave your mind to wander
To that afternoon picnic in the park
You laughed, when I said
The soft afternoon breeze on your skin
Made the old African ebony jealous
That it would never be so close to you.
Later, behind a baobab you said, “We shouldn’t,”
Even as you twirled moist panties on a finger.
It wasn’t our first nor our last that day.
Do you remember what I said?

