In the beginning, there was Black. As it often is
Black as the ancient history to everything that ever was
Black like royal and calls to darkness behind sky skin.
Dark as melanated dominion
That’s what we looked like
Two people made out of night
Two skies ain’t never needed daylight just time
To create a time gap where the world sits still at your feet you need the following things:
2 ink hearts made for break but black as the bottom of a Mississippi delta
137 full moons
1 man that denies himself until his bones start popping under temptation
When his intentions visited the temple of my inexperienced body
The Orishas gathered around me to rejoice
A night skinned Nubia, thick legs, and cotton hair
Stood proud as a monument’s arrogance
I grew ten heads taller past skyscrapers in East Manhattan
My heart spilled out some ink, and the world was written over
It was revised to fit my time gap and that of my beloved
The Earth adjusted
Under a licorice flavored sky and burnt up preconceptions that said
Perfection could only come…..
If he did
Penetration never activated relationship
It was the 137 cursed moons that damned two ancients to love so hard the world ended.
As it always ends.
In Royal Black.