Runaway Love


The sun is high as I ride by those eyes

Those eyes
black and white and black.

I met her eyes, those eyes
were looking into mine just the night before.

And in the black,
we moved together.

Now here she is.
I look down as she looks up at me.
The hot sun against the black.

I can not tell.
Neither can she.

We'll meet at midnight
those eyes
black and white and black.

And in the black,
we'll move together.

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The idea of this poem came to me during African-American history month and the nature of secret relationships between slave owners and slaves and even members of the black community having white spouses and the taboo today's society has on the subject.