Dark-Skinned Woman Poem by Precious U.

Let the light blossom from underneath that skin,
It's fabric antique as treasure buried beneath the earth,
Moulded by time and creator of art,
An aesthetic to the very fabric of my heart..

Made from the fires of craft-masters heath,
The endurance of time, a golden heat,
That on this age, she be born,
A goddess—dark, and adorned..

Hear now I tell the era is here,
For one sits upon with a golden-brown skin,
On her right hand's a nature's gift,
A blessing, a curse to those who drifts..

Your lips ever flowing like water on a mountain fall,
Running through that dark and crescent curve,
A reflection of persona, a nature's light,
Black shines brightest on darkest of night..