Her black skin
rides my blood
Her wild mind
tickles my brain
I fumble with ashes,
angry and vain,
fragments of this smell,
they burnt the grass again
I see the sound of light
coming with the rain
Now it is a fetal green
coming violently bright
My heart touches here,
termites eat my memory,
wasps settle in my mouth,
I am a spirit there
Lonely priests at night
ask my advice,
the dogs bark
and children cry
Millet beer,
they beat the drums,
mosquitoes dance
I watch
But I cannot answer
I am a dream
My love is lost
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