Oh, what terrible secrets lie beneath the hairy chests of men…u’ve surrendered… and with ur head above his strongly pounding heart, u peacefully fall into the ever inviting abyss of a lover’s sleep…meanwhile, he lies awake…eyes wide open staring up at the ceiling and taking in the darkness… thinking of a thousand different lives with a thousand different hers…or maybe even hims… yeah, love, lust, and life… Wtf

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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