It's knowing that one knowingly
Accepts, acceptance from another
To have and to hold knowingly
Ebb gently in thy arms of my lover
Graceful, as lingering gracefully
Bathed in beauty, as beauty is bound
In mist of morning surrender, graceful
Like shadowed footsteps underground
It’s unselfish and selfless in thine heart of thee
Unconditional, gentle, in loving substance
Unto thee, my heart I give with all of me
My own heart, has felt such substance
To know that my heart, hath weathered our storm
Be it by misty storm, upon mid unrest one dreary mourn
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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