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I have come to appreciate

the dance

of rose petals

across lavender lakes

of bubbles

while

flickering shadows

tickle the walls

and

Marvin moans

of a love that

transcends space and time –

but,

then again,

there’s something to be said for

faint traces

of aloe

on

rug-burned elbows

sprawled

across achy thighs

while

limp lungs lumber

‘til dawn . . .

(© 2005 Marcus Harris, originally published in Songs In Search Of A Voice)

                             rent money for weaves,

                                     phones cut off for manicures –

              makes for good profit    

(© 2005 Marcus Harris, originally published in Songs In Search Of A Voice)

I see

  she

       wears a blindfold,

       holds a balance and sword,

             is supposed to judge everyone

                   the same -

                          but

I know

  those

          of light complexion

          get acquitted by perception,

                while those of darker shade lose that

                     rigged game.

(© 2017 Marcus Harris, originally published in #snapshot)

We used to

reach for the stars,

now we just

reach for our phones,

so distracted,

so many reasons

to look down,

drifting, floating through

cyberspace,

lured by

hypnotic flashes of

artificial light…

When

I first saw you,

I felt like an astronomer

who discovered some

brand new star -

but

truth is,

stars aren’t new,

they’ve been around for

millions of years,

their light always shining,

seen everywhere else in

the universe -

truth is,

they’re just

new to us,

reasons

to stop floating, drifting -

like you,

reasons

to look up again.

(© 2017 Marcus Harris, originally published in #snapshot)