Whispers Louder Than Lightning

Down below we are running Through smokes and mirrors, Down unnamed streets, Those ships across the lake Carrying life and our dreams While our Captains are by the shore Rolling sand across the beaches. We have this lemon juice Squeezed into our eyes We teach each other to laugh From the stomach not the throat, Or else we invite the black hoods From our corridors to leap upon our bodies Hold us to the banished concrete floors With the intent of our moans or cries When they hold me face down to the ground Help me as I ask the beads of sweat to shout For me while they sweetly escape And behold the scars shall live here Always scarlet letters on the chest. We wish also to be sitting on the hill tops with Folded legs and heads Rested on clouds Passing calabashes Of swollen fruits Among each other.