Dark Skin
And so it glows,
the light, trapped in your hue.
Poetry
Ideas compressed into a few words, with a touch of rythmn and music.
Ideas compressed into a few words, with a touch of rythmn and music.
And so it glows,
the light, trapped in your hue.
Exotic eyes upon me, little danger lurks within.
Such beautiful twists and coils,
called nappy as a slur.