Love Poem: Black Is--

Black Is--

Black- Looks like non-lighted Skies at night Black is the Naked Ground Black is the heart Black sounds crash Black is death black is silence Colour of black taste as grapes Colour also of a taste of burnt toast Taste like the colour of blueberries black feels like Frizzled air Black feels like Satin Feels like so as a Cardboard Black is empty our soul
11/23/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©