Bosom (Lullabies)

The soft of her bosom my favourite resting place
Here my head would lay
As time seemingly stopped
Listening to her heart sing me lullabies
Casting me tenderly off to peace

She would rub the valley of my back
Whilst with one hand, I played in her knotted hair
Her caress, the hub of my utopia
My other hand proudly calloused
Tightly gripping to a round exhibiting boastful heritage,
African

She would appear too in my dreams
Such fortune, the joy of waking to gaze of her eyes
If this were to be the last thing I did ever see
I happily accept death
For in you,
I know already
What it is to have experienced paradise

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