Waters that flow with vibrant colors,
clouds painted like candies,
a fantastical world
with whimsical dreams and besotted girls
with hair the color of dragon fruit
and eyes like fallen stars.
Symbols of every shape and color
decorate their flesh–
bewitching as the orange sky
sweetens to a passionate tangerine–
copper skin glows and blue lips smile
as the feathers in their hair tickles.
Love is law and passion is practiced with a pope’s devotion
as fireflies fly low, red lights dangerously close
as bodies of myriad shades twine and gyrate
to the music of distant thunder.
Rain the shade of periwinkle nourishes the lithe bodies
of every shape and size,
teeth sanguine as they taste the heavens’ sublime.
A world of nows and forevers,
absent of trigger-happy weapons and deep, violent
hate that blinds and devotes to the dull blacks and whites,
and children that are shunned for loving the right way,
people that shed the heavy worries
and bare their nude bodies with an exhibitionist’s ease.
A wonderland open for all
and will fall beneath the heavy fist of the supercilious.
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 