Love's Melody

Immersed in your gift

Prolonging being submerged  in your waters

The blue horizon

Closer than my imagination could see
Out of the blue

An angel in disguise

Your deep waters have propelled me 

To the heavens

Waves crash against the rocks
Rhythms so smooth

Creating a joyful melody of love

So rare, So unselfish

Melting my heart at the very sound

Captivated by the unspoken

As you have arrived

Not expecting you so soon

 The embrace of your memory

Holds every breath one could breathe

Left standing defenseless

Listen and love me

As you feel the beat of

My heart caressing your

Senses

~~~Skin I'm In~~~

Strange Fruit

Not my own work....but feeling compelled to post. As time progresses one would only imagine that racism would no longer exist.

Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
And the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

~~Abel Meeropol~~