Let Our Knuckles Touch

Let our knuckles touch.
In ball fisted softness.
Once flung prepared to land a punch.
But not today.
This is a way we show we can be brothers.
Some sisters do this too.
And let our eyes stop rolling in our heads,
Like dice ready to shoot!
Let us fix our gaze.
And remove the pouts from our lips.
Experience our beauty...
Let us do!
Unstead of our ugliness.
Since so many of us,
Can no longer afford this 'trip'.
Let our knuckles touch.
In ball fisted softness.
Or open up our arms...
To welcome an embrace!

'Gimme sum-a dees...
'for I go up side yo head! '

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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