Sandscape

If every human that ever lived

Was just a single grain of sand

Would we have enough to fill a beach?

Musing, as you slip through my hands

She says my poetry reads like translation

“Well, my thoughts do too.” I retort

I am trying to give form to things

Which there is not yet language for

I adore your Abyssinian eyes

Finding since you crossed my path

I’ve been the luckiest man alive

Pay no mind to the west

Your beauty comes to an apex

At your perfectly formed nose

Do I keep you in my life

At a distance

Or in between my toes?

I may waste words

But I’m committed to

Equal pay for equal work

If you could cut me in two

You’d read equality engraved like a proverb

On the rings around my waist

You’re all I ever wanted

A woman from the motherland

With a stunning little face

A lady from south London

Who gets me – You get me?

As art lovers we’re accustomed

To see beauty without touching

But, just once, I might make an exception

What does it mean when your ruling planet

Is not a planet

But The Moon and that moon is in your zodiac?

Am I a celestial body lunatic?

The more that I struggle

The deeper I sink

What if I don’t let you slip through my hands?

What if I hold you like black Madonnas?

What if I put you on a pedestal

So tall, that Nelson would blush?

Look, she’s cool and all but between her and you

That’s like asking if I want cigarettes or soul-food

… and I don’t smoke

If every human that ever lived

Was just a single grain of sand

Would we have enough to fill a beach?

What about each thing that ever lived?

Or all that we create

So that, even this was one more too

A grain of sand upon the beach

Inspired by you

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