20 February 2011

The Football Field (In Memory of Bobby Tucker)

your sweet and sober darkness/danced all around me/
and i delighted in the white chocolate frosting of your eyes
garnishing my body and my wayward youthful soul/

with feathers as bold and as beautiful as a peacock’s
you strutted your stuff/ and i became your captive audience/
my applause was as soundless as the night echoing through our ears/

we lay peacefully in our private backyard/the field of our pre-adult dreams/a playground for our foolishness/together we made history with the truancy of our actions/
our dna marked the crimes committed by unbridled passion/ and seasoned the morning’s dew.

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