A poem- dark skin

dark skin

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a miracle happened...
a petal of a lush flower, splattered with dark mud... floundered.
dark with elegance,
was birthed.
dark skin. dark light. dark skin.
a miracle happened.

i wanted a miracle
so i held a carnival in the suburbs of my soul.
in dire need of a firecracker,
i trumpeted/longed for a soul
in whom i could be a tributary to her river leading into the ocean of love.

the white-breasted scandinavian, the red-haired russian, the pony-tailed blonde all wanted a confluence
they all sang songs that dined with my lust,
then a dark skinned recluse hummed,
i became tone deaf to them.
i was lit.

i burnt in her gentle blue flames.

i got a kayak and used her tears as sail
i hit an iceberg,
a snafu crept in and wheeled me to her basement
there, halcyon breastfed me.

nature abhors a vacuum.
we are burning all over again.

i hope we don't drown again.

© Timothy OJO.