Saturday, December 27, 2014
So Much More
Black love is more than words can say
Though sometimes I try to come to to expressing the sheer joy that it brings me.
Waking up each and every morning with it lying next to me is like going through life with a never ending sweet treat.
Soft to the touch of my black hands, and rich to what my palate tastes.
It is the reason why I rise before the sun and journey across desolate highways to participate in a sherade with fools day after day.
It allows me to get back to quiet moments when I can lay at the top of my bed with head perch atop to pillows and look down at the real thing like the picture above.