Be Real Black
(after Roberta Flack & Donny Hathaway)
Let the brief cool of fall,
pour like milk from the mouth
of a hand-made antique,
grow pretty as a lily
worthy of your pauses.
Let all that is black, continuous,
unchanged, magical,
sprinkle like a hush,
surrender to dizziness
whenever your lips part crookedly
casting my back’s arch,
setting me straight like teeth
perfecting organs for speech.
– Melanie Henderson
A Note from Mel 
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