Scrapbox Piece
By William “Middle Child” Barrett IV
Her eyes are brown and brown
reminiscent of Sepia photo shoots
Daydream of hazel eyes her gaze
I consume
She could be the death of me
I wouldn’t notice
Cause lil mama gives me life
The feeling I can’t ignore it
Euphoric in her ways
Her presence provides
A spiritual cleanse in the way sage burns
My response to it the way she makes my soul yearn
Every brick I built up
Of the walls of uncertainty and isolation
Comes crashing down mortar weakens new
The calm to my storm
when rough waters
Rock my boat
When i feel I’m succumbing to the sea
of life’s pressure and gloom
She keeps me afloat
Us two souls have come upon a new religion
Swimming amongst sun as our baptism