Monday, 8 June 2015

in your heartwood/ black acacia

Black acacia
Diamonds in the desert
The cactus of Africa
To me you are my symbol of home
The person I wish to be
Only alive
Just enough to feed my senses
While the rest of me lay dead.

Black acacia
That skin I wear
The tone in my voice
That nappy curl in my hair
You are my roots
The symbol of all I wish to be
Only consciously alive
To see what the world sees
While your subconscious rests
In your heartwood

#Peace. 04/06/15

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