Her Skin

Your history does not give true justice to your ethereal demeanor.

That gruffly epoch serves no purpose.

Your present pretense fools no fool.

Your facade simply masquerades years of enlightenment.

Yet, your world is more vibrant than mine.

Your presence brings me to life.

Malicious eyes view you as unsuitable.

To those, I call upon a plague of ignorance.

I see the transparency of your skin, your statuesque form.

The feverish brightness of your smile.

Your grace is infectious.

I give you your proper standing on earth’s highest pedestal.

Your chocolate skin delights my needs.

You transcend.

Mental and spiritual alchemy reached.

My skin next to yours climaxed.

We are meant to be.

To you, I call upon perpetual moons with hopes of no future sunrise.

In literature you are a simple moor.

Words unwritten pronounce you as my fair lady.

This I vow to be my most sincere oath.

Please take my kind words in your reserve.

Devought allegiance to you mark my days and nights.

Screaming in silence my feelings spilled.

Your skin has burrowed it’s way into my heart.

Humbly staying until I cease to exist.