Soulbird

Earlier this year, I went to see India Arie at the Commodore. What was supposed to be just a music concert, turned into so much more- an inspiring, uplifting and spiritual experience. This poem is dedicated to India Arie and that night at her Soulbird concert.

Soaring wings
Flutter wondrous and wide
Tangerine Red
- fiery, warm by your side

With every note,
Your voice sonorous rings
Acoustic guitars
Plucking our heart strings

Blood rushing- mine or yours?
As you secretly approach.
My finger-tips tingle,
As my toes rise off the floor.

Caressing an arm here,
Brushing a hip there.
Your breath blows a strand of her hair,
and I stare.

As each drum beat pulses
deep within my skin.
“Your brown skin, my brown skin,
I can’t tell where yours begins,” you sing.

But an ocean of hues
With your soul, rhythm ‘n blues
becomes you, encircles you-
bright peacock blues,
rich burgundy reds,
sumptuous citrus yellows,
And those sea green waves
billowing over your shoulders.

Layer by layer,
with the wind they drift,
Until only your golden glow
And shimmering lips are left

“Truth needs no proof,”
is your next lyrical line.
But with your sparkle and shine
So brilliant and bright,
We become witness
to a most heavenly light.