Riper than their realm
We live in a whirlwind of joining waters,
a diverse fork in the stream
between brown lips, bold hips,
and spaciously speckled faces
Wispy brow-framed almond eyes
cheek to cheek
beams, full of kin
butterfly black lashes,
fluttering with fortitude,
wings bold,
carrying cobalt seas
Rose-ridden inner lips
chestnutted captivatingly
rooted rawly,
reminiscent of Earth’s carpet
Striking cinnamony currents
framing crisp olive melanin
dewy, dotted, and delicately bold
Head wraps enveloping chocolatey pureness
a precious uniqueness one can’t miss
a mesmerizing mixture of pigments,
partially pale and proud,
bouncy ringlets and ripples,
riper than their realm…
If only we could realize, the only thing that separates us from anyone else is the idea that a kingdom must have a ruler in order for the water flowing through it to be worth preserving.
