To a student, within the Veil
Bittersweèt chocolàte child bruise
Mỳ purple, gushing, loving veins.
Past skin and muscle deep
Seek with all your heart my heart;
In finding search it; grip its folds
With brown and cream-palmed hands;
Thén, rip, open it broad!
Loose living liquid love.
And Ì’ll bleed an openhèarted certitude:
That ás your skin is dark like mine,
Which red dye streaming darkens,
Só my blood, stronger than death,
Is nó different from yours.