A Poem for the Brotha on the Blue Line

(c) Breeze Vincinz

i imagined a painting of fauna behind his ear relationships and heartbreak played out in wooly cognizance whose language was as old as the air they used i wondered if he knew how beautiful he was and how he could hold wondrous stories of love and life and loss in his very skin i knew that if I placed my ear up to his I could hear one of those rough moments in man made history when intimacy existed inches away from mutilation and laughter was a breath away from degradation when men with loam dirty agendas hunted men with loam deep souls and humiliation was a whisper away but still love remained and it was made consistently unconditionally thoroughly i’m sure I could hear the whispers and the roars of all of those lovers man and animal if I placed my ear right next to his and listened and i’m sure that if I did he would hear me calling for him from behind my own flora *** *** *** #nationalpoetrymonth "Life As A Boy: Poems" by Breeze Vincinz Available NOW on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Life-As-Boy-Breeze-Vincinz/dp/1693306018