My Strong Black Man

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    My Strong Black Man

    Brown eyes so deep with anger and pain yet, so hypnotising and sweet they
    tempt my soul.

    Lips so soft and warm, such harsh words for such gentle lips. Kiss me so I can
    feel your pain.

    An embrace so safe and secure that could crush you and destroy that which is
    oh so pure- hold me closley.

    I feel your heart,
    I hear your breath,
    I know there is love inside.

    A sculptured body, skin of a king, I see you in my dreams-I feel you when you are
    away.

    If only you loved me with a heart that's pure.
    If only you'd let me in so I could love you,
    forever and ever,
    my strong black man...

    ( THis was a poem I wrote for my sons father before he was murdered in 2004)

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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