I want you to listen to Duplex
A poem by Jericho Brown
Perhaps you’ll understand that everyone has a crown.
Mine only causes me to frown.
it wears colors that are complex
For everyone to decipher except you.
You must be farmiliar the hues on the sky.
That make everything brand new
But mine, those hues entwined with strange fingers.
Is it because I know you?
Probably more than you wished-
Couldn’t help, the other day when I saw you laugh
And I caught a glimpse of that tiny hole on your tooth.
When you danced and danzzeld on an evening sun
And the musical beat got justice.
The heat of the moment, you have lyrics too.
Or the mellow ground that kissed your feet
Oh! I envy the ground where you stand.
I love the map on your body.
The moulder made it perfectly fine
To think of a metaphor,
I seek coucil from the gods.
Have I told you about the book you open to read.
I wished to have been the author.
and for that, I became a writer.
I wished to feel your eyes glued on my words
Emancipating my sentences.
And the hands that turned pages
I want you to know that they turned me on
If I could be an extension of your hair
Or your eyelids
But you are just perfect.
Let me make a rewind…
Where are you now?
Where am I too?
I am A 🌈 Divine Energy. I Rain 