NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2013 - Page 140

By ADRIAN CASTRO The Body of a Rose My heroes are all old Their legs sustain the trance of experience Arms are crossed in right angles having measured myriad narratives Their well-worn feet are befitting this road where roses are strewn like raindrops on sand It is 3:57 p.m. on the shortest day & night will be long I step on thorns quietly my thoughts are calloused layer by layer because this road has been long & sacred & I will always wait for you barefooted my hand open like a star 138 I will give you from now on white roses in token of our lives together As we search & prick our skin they become red in token of our years together Though the night is long the dew of dawn is on your lips We excised the mass of bandages blocking the East Only a drop of blood plunged unto the fertilized sand Below our bare feet the road is full of roses a token of our lives together BRN-FALL-2013.indb 138 9/13/13 12:48 AM