My Roots Are Burning Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

My Roots Are Burning



Upon waking I felt your hand on me.
Mine was already on yours.
We spoke soft tactile language.

It has been a year of celebration.
Our union began in Hades
until you pulled me up to Heaven.

Your voice calls me.
You sing submission songs.
I will have no other bramble bush.

Thursday, February 4, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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