the kisses they take a slow blues walk
back to me
in the palm of my hand
they spread out/ scratch kick curse & punch
till my skin cries/
kisses raisin hell/ in my fists
they fly out mad and eager
they'll fly out mad and eager
if you look at me how you do so i am naked
& wantin
-Ntozake Shange (its happenin/ but you dont know abt it)
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