this will only take a moment

there are times I hope I am like

no one else,

but myself.

Soak absorb and summit

prefer to devour the

shades that make me

leave me to it: crawl outside this

lukewarm body wall

and

nibble resuscitated melanin

for the record, my inner being seems

seldom inundated

leave me to it: drift back inside and caress

my own tenderness

with symphonies of honeysuckle,

moonlight, breached discovery

maybe, somersault on the bridge

of my nose

smell what I am made of

feel what I got going on

by Paris Jessie