Looks at the sky
Boys tucked in darkness that pools into the night, too scared to have skin that wallows in the shadows but even shadows walk amongst the light

Boys who love boys
Black boys who love boys
Black men who love men
It isn't black on black crime

Silk brown hands outstretched to the sky
Tranquility rested upon her closed eyes
"Rejoice in Mawa, rejoice in the moon goddess who collides the moonlight with the warm contriving colors of sunrise"

"Wo, wo awọn ọmọkunrin ti o jo ni alẹ"
(Look, look at the boys who dance in the night)

Her tongue thick of the rich Yoruba language

"Ṣe ayọ ni mawa"
(Rejoice in mawa)
"Ṣe ayọ ni mawa"
(Rejoice in mawa)

Her eyes fluttered open like an flourishing flower under lustrous rays

"Ṣe ajọrin pẹlu mi"
(Dance with me)

We spun, and spun, and spun, and we spun again until the sky tore apart

She was gone

A man emerged from the turbulent winds

His deep voice harmoniously blended with mine as our words struck thunder amongst the sky
"Ṣe ajọrin pẹlu mi"
(Dance with me)

Our eyes mirrored a love binded together against the tides that fight to tear our bond apart

Our brown skin molded into one
Innocence tracing the lines of our interlocked hands
We have hearts so sensitive and pure that still manage to cut like shards of broken glass
We are delicate and I break when my head isn't placed on your heart
Embracing your arms even when we pull apart
I'm always pulled by your allure

We dance into another life
This moment more than born and gone
This moment beyond our blissful existence

Black men who love men
Truth to be seeds sprouting in our eyes
Truth to bloom with love and create ripples in a glassy lake

We are alive
Genuine touches from tender hands that cradle each other's heart
Touches that mend broken promises
Touches that caress our scars and spin our insecurities into gold
Touches that become remembrance among our souls
Touches that bring us into a new lifetime
Hand in hand
Heart to heart
Man to Man
We dance to the end of love

Two boys danced far in the horizon their eyes drinking in the Autumn gold
Their bodies moved exultingly in the breeze
Their lips softly brushed against the awakening of the sun
Their arms clinging onto the splendent identity

"Wo, wo awọn ọmọkunrin ti o jo ninu ina"
(Look, look at the boys who dance in the light).....
© bloodymarry