A NUBIAN KISS

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A NUBIAN KISS

                                    A  NUBIAN  KISS
                                                             by
                                               Vernon  J.  Davis  Jr.
 
 
                                                  In  the  deep  dark

                                        I  thought they  were  Her  lips

                                                  Waking  me  up

                                                  But  who  I  saw

                                                  Was  not  She(Syawla)

                                                  Breathing  in  my  face.

 
 
                                         The  eyes  I  didn't  recognize

                                                   Yet,...so  close  to  mine

                                                   And  when  she  floated

                                                   Back  a  step,

                                                   She  was  new,

                                                   A  soft  shadow,

                                                   A  Nubian  Seraph

                                             Not  Who  I  Thought  She

                                                    Would  be

                                             Not  my  personal  Wraith

                                                     Just  a  new  muse

                                                     Leaving  Her

                                                     Angelic   Lyrical  Rhythm  
  
                                                     Imprinted  upon  my  soul.

 
                                                     A  Nubian  Seraph

                                                     Loving  me...with  Wisdom  
  
 
                                       (c)copyright  3/2/2009 Vernon J. Davis Jr.
 
                                    

 

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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