Peaches and Sweet Rolls

I apologized to my body-

That’s where the healing began.

I loved her.

Roll by roll we were transformed into

An ode to the wiggle.

My own hands began to melt, play

Hide and seek

Among the dimples on my cheeks.

The Worship I was pawning for

Was no longer folklore

Peaches blossomed

Until everything Black tasted sweet.

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