Black intimacy.

I've known two states; Kenya and the Black.

Like a moonless night,

with tangible darkness-

the conjoined twins embraces tenderly.

They smile, they are happy,

when our soapy hands embellishes their big bellies.

These masters of disguised modesty-

molls of the monumental midnight dance.

They know not hungry rats,

oft° interring them at wil.

And then, with us they wipe the seasonal tears,

to clean a conscience so murky-

but again, to our detriment they embrace,

in black intimacy to the new dawn.

©Bunguswa Brian™