Melanin Rose Poem by Shelton Chiuswa

Her skin glowing with constellations of ancestors,
Her silk, velvet skin, beautiful, it magnetizes my lips,
Brown eyes, petal brown lips succulent calls for a kiss and lick caressing his mind over and over again.
Like a hot flame, she kindles nerves of passion.

Her voice is sweet, it tickles the being with a soft chime melody,
Her eyes like sweet chocolate melt one's soul,
Like gravity, her brown eyes massage one in and let them down easy the sensation endearing.
Her soul a mirror reflection of her inner beauty,
Her enigma cannot be seen or touched but can be felt from the heart.

He hopes to shelter the melanin rose on the mead, surrounded by the Chevrons and gullies.
He hopes to harvest joy and happiness in the land of the red soils of home,
She is not but just a mirage of a woman but a Melanin Rose.
Disappearing over the crescendo with her as one beat and one note over the mead wherein we will lay pasture