I asked him how
much light he wanted in the bedroom,
And he said
something like midnight.
So, I pulled a
full moon into view,
Laid it down by
the window,
Sang it lullabies
to dim its eyes,
And asked him if
he was satisfied,
And he was.
I watch the
details of my wings,
Make kaleidoscope
with the moonlight,
To dance on the
brown of his skin.
I realized in that
moment,
That black love
doesn’t have to be broken,
Just camouflaged
well enough,
To be untainted by
darkness.
Just enough of me
and enough of him,
To steal a rainbow’s glow,
And make warpaint on wings.
Just enough of me and enough of him,
To pull down a blinking moon,
To decorate a
dimly lit room with.
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