What color are you
On the outside I'm sure
you're one of the earth tones,
for nothing that lives is
pure white or black.
Yin swirls into Yang.
Nzambi blushes
as Olorun whispers
about love.
Elements restlessly mingle,
sun with cloud, cloud with rain,
rain with wood and soil
with the transparency
that witnesses the dream.
Yet inside,
just beneath the breastbone,
there's a blinding flame
that yearns to consume us all
like moths with
rainbow wings.
And what is inside
that blindness?
A luscious night,
full of songs.