A POEM FOR THE BROTHA ON THE BLUE LINE

© Breeze Vincinz

i imagined a painting of
fauna behind his ear
relationships and heartbreak
played out
in wooly cognizance
whose language
was as old as the air they used

i wondered if he knew
how beautiful he was
and how he could hold
wondrous stories
of love
and life
and loss
in his very skin

i knew that if I
placed my ear up to his
I could hear one of
those rough moments in
man made history
when intimacy existed
inches away from mutilation
and laughter was a breath away
from degradation
when men with loam dirty agendas
hunted men with loam deep souls
and humiliation
was a whisper away
but still
love remained

and it was made
consistently
unconditionally
thoroughly

i’m sure I could hear
the whispers and the roars
of all of those lovers
man and animal
if I placed my ear
right next to his
and listened

and i’m sure that if I did
he would hear
me calling for him
from behind my own flora