Listen; Love

I can listen with my skin

as well as my ears,

see the stars with my pores

leaking the magic of, “I wonder

how long it will be until humans

realize they can fly?”

 

I’ll walk down, too.

 

My mind sighs to the moon

wishing that the mess in the chaos

wasn’t so easy to side with,

easing away beauty: its twilight brother.

 

If we are one under the same sun

do not judge me by my pigment,

make a predicament out of my future

calling me back to a place

where time was slow,

race was none,

and love was all

one listened for,

at night.

 

March 19, 2015

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