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What Have I Done?
To you..
Skin has been elephanted into something untouchable, mud was mistakenly stationed under broken nails, coloring the gentlest caress reaching a baby’s white face, rocks painted years line in shaking palm, barely holding a cup so drinking straight from the garden water hose, who bothers to put dots, it’s all rolling stones trees falling rock n roll bees burning and I am licking honey from my left thumb to sweeten the sweat that’s been dripping into my dry mouth, I forgot to drink water, I forgot to remember, I remembered to forget what was not part of this dismantled earth beneath my feet, boots have run away with other orientation that doesn’t fall into the swamp and given f*cks to be pulled back into fast-working motion.
Foreign French accent Brazilian melody was singing swinging tuning in Saudade, and words were not needed to convince a bitter tongue from undertaking grains and rubbing against unspoken truths.
Rooibos tea in False Bay..
She pulled a long arm out of the loving pouch and reached a cracking heart.
Heart went to sleep between shoulder and ear.
Transplanted into a place where it could be carried, listened to.
Obrigado amor.
Licking wounds like wild lioness is not your nature, but you do so instinctively..
