‘smile’, she said with a wink,
‘smile’.
I smiled.
‘kiss me’, she said, pulling me close to her cinnamon lips.
‘kiss me’.
I kissed her.
‘I’m happy’, she whispered, her warm breath in my ear.
‘I am whole’, I whispered to her,
and to myself.
‘I am whole’.
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The African Rains …
Soaking,
the rains settle,
meandering over jagged faultlines of our memory.
Drenching,
the rains settle,
streaming through veins,
the thud-thudding of the heartbeat of Africa.
Absorbing,
the rains that settle,
within each of us,
herald rebirth.
And,
if you listen,
if you strain to hear,
while shedding the raucous noise of your inner turmoil.
If you listen,
the whispers of the ancestors,
speak to us all,
lending us warmth,
urging us to stand,
even though we may
stumble,
even though we may fall.
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In the solitary depth of night,
as dreams whisper forgotten lies,
memories murmur,
desires nibble,
passions simmer,
between the embers,
of sweetly burnt eyes.
As dawn’s breath cascades,
skimming over the borders of my hapless heart,
my eyes finally surrendering to slumber, peaceful and deep,
leaving me,
to dream of you,
dreaming, asleep.
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