creation’s own chosen crown royalty - eyes dark
powerful as a fire.
lips black and black from cigarettes, the smile
obscures the sun’s grandeur.
like a whirlwind you showed up unheralded
planted yourself in my path.
and i gaped entranced, breathed a little.
and learned a bit of swahili because i want some of that swahili itself…is this is a stick-up,
stick up?
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