“A Friend, Four” by Daniel Woody

a friend

he slips up
says he takes long runs
to soften his blues
might be too private
so he blushes
gets me thinking
can anyone see
my brown skin blush
from shame love
guilt heat
drink arousal
failure fear
or is it that i
blush brown
and for a moment i
darken or perhaps i
mean blacken

This is the fourth in a series of untitled “Friend poems” by Daniel Woody from a manuscript entitled bless us (who have chosen soul). Read the third here.

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