A Poem… Love/Africa/Tears





palms sway softly

breezes whisper words I know have come

from you


dust swirls

sand stings alert eyes

grit mixes with tears

for a pain we cannot fix

and lives we may not save


an African blood moon rises

your heart turns to me

you feel my breath upon dry lips

a caress, a love word


somewhere beyond deserts—beyond droughts

and babies that cry without tears—the soil

is lush


a woman waits

and she is filled

with love

for you



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