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Sukar (Sugar)

Miriam Michael Gabriel

The Brown
of his skin
demands least of all
one more poem
about brown skin

beckons most of all
a sweetness of Sukar
connecting my symbols
since childhood -
my native words sounding
through smiles and replacing teeth -

Until last night,
when your skin sang
my innermost silvery song,
your eyes - my breasts -
moving moons of molasses.

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