Black bodies are honeysuckle

For dry white lips

Sweet tender stalks

Crushed between towers of broken ivory

You crush my spine

To taste the nectar inside

Tear into my flowers,

The Eden, nestled between my thighs

Rip open my leaves

And drink the milk under my tongue

Black bodies are honeysuckle

For parched white mouths.

Soft golden blooms

Ripped apart by bloody hands

You squeeze my flesh

For every drop of sweet

Test the softness of my skin

Caress the canvas to my soul

Choke the song out of my throat

To lick the honey off my lips

Black bodies are honeysuckle

For scorched white gullets

All we ask

Is that you open your mouth

To speak for Black bodies

As eagerly as you suck them