Black

Black grapes
And black drapes
Black skinn on your black face
Black me in this black place
My black skinn is not your black face
All these black hands help up to the sky
Can we walk out without a trace
Close my eyes I see black again
Open my eyes I see black again
Close those eyes be black again
Black fingers and black toes
Leaving black prints and black foot prints
Black sunshine is as black shade
Lay under a tree and dream of black again

Black.

jrg/3/20/19©