so soothing, this smoothing hand upon me has lain, a ripple of calm receding yet taking my breath away again. some exotic concoction slithered up my leg and wrestles with me now, this moment. as I view perfect black women in a silhouette of black-orange blue-white streaked skies. an uncommon tolerance has embraced my mind like a seed inside a watermelon. a black husk is me now. a void boy unrepentant, unloved and un