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"Scentsuality" of Her Strange Fruit

      
         
“....the scent of magnolias sweet and fresh          
the prickly scent of her arousal,  
burnt offerings of her carnal flesh         
sinewy black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze          
alluring, strange fruit hangin'        
from surreal poplar trees          
bending in the breeze"          
         
          
beautifully contoured shapes          
hang from the old crooked trees          
Strange fruit? Not so strange to me.....          
         
Falling short,          
just north of the Mason-Dixon Line          
Sun ripened melanin          
Oh how her skin reflects the master's light          
Ol' sol....oh how brilliantly she shines          
         
(the perfection of my ideal)          
         
swinging from that poplar tree          
oh how I wish that the body          
swingin' beside her,          
         
lawd how I wish it were me          
         
for this song, sings not of the          
finality of a bitter death "be not proud"          
but life's bitter-sweetness          
it's lust and longing steals away my breath-and leaves me          
gasping out loud          
         
the seduction of her deep, dark eyes          
a story built across the ions of time          
the intertwining of kindred souls          
the “ties that bind” doth begin          
to unwind          
         
spinning and clutching          
the warm breezes, caress          
languished spirits touching          
         
no longer hushed up in death          
         
yielding a release of moments long ago          
delusions of  grandeur,          
love we made during a time          
when both our lives “was” low          
         
I laid my hands firmly against your plow,          
the melodic tingle of wind chimes          
ring hauntingly now          
we twist together lifelessly          
inside the distant echoes          
         
sounds from days gone by.........          
         
…...beautifully contoured shapes          
hanging from the old crooked trees          
Strange fruit? Not so strange to me.          
         
         
          
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published | Edited 8th Sep 2021
Author's Note
....dare tell it's meaning. an ancient angst from long ago. a contemporary interpretation inspired by Billy Holliday's "Strange Fruit" Art by Herb Ritts #darknessyieldslight #bittersweetness
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