when you kiss me,
beneath our shared African skies,

fattened drops of nectar – heavenly rain,
like honeyed-corn,
fell upon us,
blurring our eyes,

drenching you,
and i,

together, momentarily,
and eternally,
perennially,
immeasurably,

though perhaps still,
’tis illusory,

a sliver of time,
razor-edged, real,

perched between:

passionate reason …
desirous rhyme …

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