Where Did It All Begin, My Love?

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Where did it all begin, My Love? you embracing my spirit

drawing me into your essence, as if we had always known

each other? The smell of your hair, your eyes

holding infinity, I was lost in you

from the beginning. Perhaps

it was the depth of your dark brown skin,

I had never known such beauty

before you.

Where did it all begin, My Love?

I’m still lost.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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Love Reflections II

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People did want to stone us, do you remember North Carolina, My Love, as they picked up the rocks? The ungodly imbedded code of hating us, our two different colors. They were blind though.

But we walked through their fire, as we always did for years later, and we reached farther, taking hold of the holy bonding. In our fire we were victorious

fooling every one of them

by getting married, and staying that way. Even though they still stare at us in Pennsylvania. 

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies