MELANIN AND SUN

I met a girl in black cotton top and blue jeans Her curly hair danced windward her bare feet kissed earth. In a beach park — she was in a sea of children and her skin shimmered under noontide sun. The calm blue she wore was tight —It revealed her curvature. I walked to her and i said hello and uttered “black radiates more heat to your body” but why do you wear? she said it is the color of her skin And her best color. The blue is the color of  ether’s visible floor —the blue sky of Venice. What she said made me asked her for her time “may we meet another day” I really want to know people that see Themselves as art. Melanin and sun and all See how i fell. I want to know you more dear fair heart In a quiet night with soft breeze by food and candles and To birth goodbyes with a Peck of crimson lips Under moon halo.