Black Apple Charm

Tell me about the two roads diverged in a wood

But show me the road in between

Like volts bashing against me skull

And the fear that it might be an enchantment

Tell me of this magic that is gentle

Whose kisses are like wafers of nectar

Whose touch walks me to distances

Tell me of an arrival that isn’t as perfect as the journey

Of a traveller that makes the road alive

Black, young, peaceful African charm

Like nothing to be feared

Like Michelangelo has been told again

The stories of discovery

And the love that isn’t a hurricane

The friendship like green leaves of a bold flower

Tell me of a simplicity that conquers

Of a journey that doesn’t hold back anything

Tell me about that one road in between

Of the apple that inspired the world

That inspired us

Of the baby that I have fallen in love with

And the present that I have seen