Close to the c o unt.

'And if we are doomed for sorrow on earth, for hell and hate beyond, tell me father, how can I taste only love in his mouth?'



The way your hands move across this body,

Taking up inches of brown skin and

Passing over and over the same spots..

It must be a sin. Oh it is, my dear. Worry not, 

You needn't triple check, for I've taken pains
To look up the relevant scripture's verse
And see that we've been living out our human curse.

So if it is a sin, then we are sinners
As the Son of Man proclaimed. 

Nothing but sinners on the corner of the street, 

With filth on faces that mustn't ever look up again;

It is to that filthy ground our eyes, our heads, remained.

                                                                                     sa.