Let our Magic Always Color Us
it’s in the softness
the smell of warmed
beige vanilla on your neck
my fingers stuck in
your jetblack curls & how
your hair always smells
like a tropical vacation & I don’t stop
though my heart my heart
is puddling paleblue & I’m losing
my nerve as my fingers find
your sweet cocoabrown mounds
I've been waiting
all-day what a tease
you've become even when you’re next
to me our breath
in harmony you are my home
a burying place as my caramel fingers
travel place below your hazelnut colored belly
button and our brightbrown eyes are locked
as you allow me to find myself
inside you the swirls of my butterflies
feel babypink I pray this moment
never fade beyond our favorite colors
turning selfishly to black
About the Creator
DeShara Darshell
Queer Black poet & teaching artist. Taking a journey with illustration and graphic design. Aspiring cartoon writer and voice actor. Craig of the Creek & Wolf (Kipo & the Age of the Wonderbeasts) STAN!
www.supershardom.com art IG: @supp_shar
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