Anger

There are moments 
My blood burned my spirit 
Blacker than my soul 
The unseen side of my skin 
 Scorched 
 
There are moments 
Given the chance 
I could kneel 
On his neck 
In prayer 
 
Moments I feel 
So deeply cut 
Off from you 
And what you called 
Your love for me 
 
Moments your face 
Is on the neck 
I pray on 
And still can’t move 
Maybe I’m too light 
 for you to even notice 
 
And moments my tears cool 
just enough to see 
my face 
and yours 
on the same neck 
In some timeless eternity