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First Date...


Tell me, what do you see?

Birds embracing the flow of the wind

crystal clear blue sky

trees dancing in place

Rays of sunshine shining directly in my eyes.

Tell me, what do you smell?

The smoke of the kitchen skillet

Spices that waters any mouth

Smells of the northern vibe

Intertwine with a drop of the south.

Tell me, what do you taste?

Bitterness at the tip of my tongue,

Like last night's nightmare, a foul taste

Taste of my love, fading

Nothing sweet, ever, nothing for me to take.

Tell me, what do you hear?

A black woman woman, her voice echoing louder and louder

Restless deck of cards, one by one

Wheels moving further away

Crashing sounds of humanity evolving with less respect. 

Tell me, what do you feel?

Emptiness, from inside and out

Decisions are never settled, my head

Cold breeze coming through a shield of clear glass window

sweat between my toes

sweaty palms, it is still cold

I do not want to be disturb-

A table been wiped down who-knows-what how many times 

I feel lonely, unstable, I am helpless

Emptiness from inside and out...

What about you? Tell me... 

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