The sunshine yellow silk
With the bouquet of cherry red
And the cinnamon smell of your lips
I readily sacrifice my skin
Under an ambitious pearl in the sky
That only seems to grow when I’m with you.
As we utter breathy conversation on the backs of Atlantic waves,
I dream an endeared Yemaya has given you to me.
But on the drive home
When the earring in the sky fades away
And the sun illuminates
The dream steps into day
And the tide drags itself out to sea
All is fiction
Except our friendship
And our humble night
That began with just a dance.
*Yemaya- African goddess of the Ocean.
Copyright © 2012 Nichelle Calhoun