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


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