yusef lateef. the plum blossom.

ahhh

just let it move
like reef

your fingertips

let them brush soft across these surfaces
picking up their textures

maybe scents of them
will be in the ranks
when you next exhale a chorus of your own
()

for the next time you hear me sing a song:

just know that an ink outline
of you
is printed inside my cheeks
reaching all the way down

8

you push these steps along