Here we are—
black as the night;
sable souls singing songs
of Nubian love—slow dancing
on opaque rhythmic nimbus clouds.
Unshackled melodies of generations
flow from charcoal tributaries
slowly undulating—streaming
between ebony sheen banks.
Estuaries of ecstasy splash joyously
into the wetness
of the dark hued sea of our love.
Tuned and harmonized
in the abyss of relief,
fading moans moor themselves:
waiting the coming of the next tide.