Love and Apartheid
After dark
in blinding night,
malicious lips
have heavy eyes.
Eros leads me to my heart,
to flesh that can't be masked.
Blackness is a maze.
Within the maze,
there's blackout.
Sighing ophidians petrify.
Burly trees
inhibit radiant starlight -
carnivorous evening
spawning rebellion.
Inside cavernous jungles,
treason grows a lush shade:
apt for hatching secrets;
covering indiscretion;
purloining moments.
Me, my muscovado baby -
career paramours
hanging off jagged hems
of a wild world,
hijacked by dermis politics:
leaning blacks,
leading whites,
and materialist divergence.
We dream
to play
undivided
under one sun,
where varied skins
glisten as diamonds
but Knights in white satin charge
on pale horses -
gavels and gallows raised -
extracting sweet ivories
from awakened anacondas
and brooding bamboo.
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