Fascination

Her teeth are as white as the meat of an apple
Her lips are like dark, ripe plums
I love her

Her hair is a midnight mass
A dusky aurora
I love her

And because her skin is the brown
Of an oakley, thin autumn
But a softer color
I want to kiss her



Credits
Writer(s): Cecile Mclorin Salvant
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