Sugar, sugar
molasses brown
sweet like cereal milk
at the end of my breakfast.
My zest leads from you
following your footsteps
out from bed
headed two steps closer to future.
Two steps closer to pewter strands
having grown old together,
tattered some through the journey
while still forging our black love.
Us,
evermore touching shoulders
seated at the thrown
creating an empire.
-Jg