I sense your brandishing,
the Gift that makes me sing
from places I'm not vocal,
and so loud,
the focal
point inside me becomes
you
as I inhale your hues,
shades, aura
and flavor
my blame is my savior....
yes, I will keep this gift
I'll sell my soul to drift
by your sweet brandishing . . .
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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An awe inspiring write.