Mixing Stories

This is beautiful to me.Not that I’m blackAnd you’re not.But that our skin mixesMeldsStrains against one anotherBefore meltingInto a river of orgasmic eruptionsThat blinds us to all that wasAll that isAnd all that ever will be. We are beautiful to meNot because of stereotypesAbout whether I have a BBC,Or that you want me to be your Black DaddyAnd I want you as my white whore.We are beautiful becauseWe simply areIn this mo...