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Me, Poetry, and You...

Me, you, and poetry on a cold cloudy night. We escape from the corruption and noise, leaving it behind us in the dark, because we chose the light.

Me, you, and poetry on my California King bed; I mean you sat in the loft at first, but then you heard what I had said under my breath as I walked away, then you appeared at my bedroom door and recited that you’ve decided to come and flow with me.

Me, you, and poetry, candles lit, Robert Glasper and Erykah Badu playing in the background following by a little Kendrick and Floetry just to get you on this cocoa hue road with me. What a delight. Can you handle the richness? Can you grow with me like daisies in the spring? I hope for a smooth yes instead of the sound of midnight crickets...

—Goldie B.

(2015)

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