black and beautiful, beneath
the brazen gaze of her, zealous eyes
move the full, lips of a woman
full of laughter, full
of life, full
of the language of listening
with her ears tucked, behind
cheeks flushed to brown, blushing
before me, before
the one she hears with her listening, eyes
that speak to the richness, of her
chocolate heart, softened
by the warmth, of her heat
of her hand, holding
hand, waiting
for the words, to hear
the words, to speak
the words to touch, the tongue
to savor the sound of her, hope-
fullness of hopeful-
necess-itating
and she rings, out and
she is the voice, heard and
she is, seen and
she is
