From the darkest wood,
Africa carved you,
hard and beautiful,
etched the planes
of your face with
the point of a spear.

A warrior, you are
captured, all your
naked brutality,
your unflinching
eyes, the stubborn
swell of your lips.

Across time and oceans,
you've come into my
possession, a thing
never meant to be owned.

I wrap my fingers around
you. My hand, seeking
to claim, has never been
so white and menacing.

03/02/2004

Author's Note: Again, from the writing.com slam. The prompt this time was to write an extended metaphor using an object to describe some attribute of another person, and the object you were using had to be the title. I used "Ebony Statue" to describe my boyfriend's blackness. Because, frankly, I'm ill, and I had no other ideas, and I didn't like the idea of simply resting on my laurels and sitting the round out.

Posted on 03/02/2004
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