wide awake sun is
clean
sharp
sliced this morning
stacked up high
africa and i saunter over veld in sandals ochre,
amber straps loosely coiled
ringing africa ankles washed in sunlight and slender
across savannah,
then a dry canter,
jaunty
far spaced spoors
vast miles unevenly placed,
we sprint
shout out tunes
of tree and brush and pointy rock
crystal oryx oiled
black beetles glossed
on stirring stones.
hungry heat eats my feet,
but i kneel,
lick a small quartz to its tiny bloodstone heart,
take high steps over mountains, they
stretch my straddling limbs while
glimpsing
up my africa skirt.
i will not blush.
africa loves me.
she fuels my hunger while here on the copses i walk free.
one day i will die,
happy,
when africa holds me tightly
and not before
i have swallowed africa into me.
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Poetryi know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there...
