Love hours.
When you cover your
face with hands,
light dims.
I enter your interocular
space, to understand the
truth ofdissent.
I am learning
from you about the black
theory. You wanted to―
take titanic steps
in small feet.
Human facts.
I cannot breathe.
You possess the power of
manipulation.
A bird doesn't know.
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When people drowns from love, a lifeline will keep them alive but still dying. In a few words you command a bounty of thoughts. Another great poem.