When you held the knife

Mattie Grace Levy Uncategorized

Its tip reflected in the sun 

And twinkled among shadows 

You tantalized me by waving it slowly 

Curves painting pictures 

When you asked me what I saw 

There 

Were clouds 

Big ones that surrounded you 

That made the setting of the sun bleed

Enough to paint the pages of our story 

Mattie Grace Levy

I'm a black woman, a classically trained oboist, a self-taught composer, and an introspective poet trying to comprehend my thoughts.

Leave a Reply

Be the First to Comment!