Black Intimacy

I've known two states; Kenya and the black,
Like a moonless night,
With tangible darkness-
The conjoined twins embraces tenderly.
They are happy, they smile,
When our soapy hands massages their bellies.
These masters of disguised modesty,
Molls in a monumental midnight dance
They know not hungry rats,
Oft° interring them at their will.
And then, for us they wipe seasonal tears,
To clean a conscience so murky.
But again, to our detriment they embrace,
In a haunting intimacy t the new dawn.