Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
the dance of cold feet
Sister Happiness lay aside
love nestled in a bed
made for one,
accommodating two,
and this is where the miracle
begins,
in the sharing of spaces,
reflections into our own,
where perhaps love whom
once was alone is
now turning his collar,
looking to see if the
singular was more devine.
Written by Janelle Watts
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