5/6/12

Wade in the water
By Manikk Arte


I sculpted your curves with the same brisk movement
I used to smooth the banks of the River Gambia,
cupping your beautiful breasts in my miniscule hands
with their textured likeness of the weathered rocks that lay at the bottom who bounce against each other,
meeting with an abridged greeting to honor the journey that had taken them days upon days from their home up in the mountains of the heavenly land of the Fouta Toro.
Here they all bow before you, my African empress.
Dusty footed and wide-eyed,
I should have ran,
so fast my feet wouldn't touch the ground,
never waded in the bends and breaks of your allure.
Like most things that I had at one point thought were perfect -
you're no good for me.
No matter how strong and satisfying the high.
At the top of the list of dangerous drugs:
STAY AWAY, they label you.
Once taken, chances of addiction are reported to be 10/10.
All victims, lost.
Don't change the channel, forget the memories, just hear the words,
Love is in fact a losing game.
Second?
To none.


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Manikk Arte. International artist, poet and professional student. I spread awareness and educate in whatever ways I can with whatever knowledge I have. Bring your own containers.