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Dope Art by Yvette Crocker

Dope Art by Yvette Crocker

Palms

The palms of her hands
Tell stories of everything
That they ever held

No Words

Words we don’t
Need Because we
Already know~

Except

Neither one of us
Really Knows what we desire
Except each other

For a minute

I Close my eyes
Just for a minute
To see you

Slow

Slow exploration
Your river traveling through
Love built villages

Bliss

Early Morning Bliss
Memories of you rising
Along with the Sun

Distance

Draw up the distance
Include us being closer
In the next new sketch

After

Just after the storm
Dangling wind chimes align
For their nighttime song