Does Tia Mowry Wear Weave

Glow

Crossing the twilight with eyes of a scorpion,
I found under the stands
listening to the roar of fury
bull with my cheek against the fine sand.
Surrounded by the angled face of the truth mocking forged
I want in a torn tenderness. Hanging in the whirlwind
organic
undocked to return, floating above the shadows,
to tiptoe on a crest of admiration. Tempest
arising in the quiet,
hunger that devours itself
to renew without totality.

other voices might sound, could be more stealthy

but only the vastness
to kiss the cheeks to the wind,
life has returned to his place
more valuable.

They must be other times we had to make other gestures

of courage, spirit
irresolute when only the rest of your smile
mutual
allows me to glimpse between cycles
hurtful
my share of the absolute. I

which extends his arms,
me who to contract. I

which purifies your springs, I
the polluter your emeralds.

I was looking for the enemy, which was
and scored, it
the disabled. I

which I passed, leaving a remnant
,
of eternity so short.

which I played with the stars of your breath,
the delivery, the occasional appearance
.

The submerged
the thief needed.