Ink your memory on canvas

Daydream of your blush melanin skin

I could drink from your lips

Night owl at your poinsettia

Never to forsaken;

Could one be so besieged by the first

Desire a second

And still be wholesome?

Could one be proportional devoted

To the butterfly

And the bee?

Among the rubbles of treasures

Envied was among Gold; Tanzanite

Within the wilderness

Lullaby you became

Never to forsaken;

©  Christena AV Williams

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