In response to ink.

Something in my back sits straight up when I hear an African drum
I don’t believe in repeating phrases
Django from inside your flesh
———

Heartbeats are the bass
in body’s rhythm
Connecting
Phone calls
Long nights
Duets
Can I let
You
Can I trust
you
I feel you
do you feel me
Choosing
Caressing
Coveting
Caring
Covering
Claiming
Relating
Renaming
You are mine.
Connected like twine.
I call you mine.

Jam
Drummin’
Ringin’ in my skin
Beatin’ thru my skin

King’s
Musings
Missing from history’s
List
List less
Lest we forget

Your crown
Where Is it now?
How far can you reach
Top mid low
Go
(Don’t reach too high)
Even when they tell you no
Top
Mid
Low
Future burned
Spurned on
By loss

Men who used to dream
Tired from daily wondering
Wandering
Playing
Together
Sweat dropping from full breaths
Heavy with weariness
Worrying
Heart checks
Thuds
smacks
Still
I got your back…
oh snap
Chillllll
What happens when brother move in sync?
Sinking filling
Sinks filled with
ink
Melanin
Connected with health in then…
Still can’t get ahead
Crumpling
hurting
Internally suffocating
Debilitating myths
written on the inside of your skin
Written on hearts
Walls run thin
When
Do we talk about it?
When?

Old South gaped mouth
Come here
My arms wide open
come here
Let my arms protect you
From
Anger
Confusion.
running thru you

Walk with me
Let me support you
As you fly
Ride with you
I’m in
rhythm
I’ll die and live with you
Resurrect & collect
with you.

I got you
In tow with you
Surrounding you
Your shoulders
Carry so much weight
Wait
Stand strong
I know you feel this pain
It won’t last long
Duet
Do it
Well get thru it
Let me show you
What I got
Let’s do this
In sync
No longer sinking
We clean
We clean
We share
We need
We care

How good it is to dwell
Unified
In swell
Hell
Can’t they tell
Well …
We’ll
Keep reaching
Linking
Making our mark
Unable to smudge
Together
Ink.ing