(an excerpt)

As warm air sips huge clouds

That fade all afternoon

In Africas of light,

So there are lazy days

In which I melt in you:

Fine days and long days, full

Of kisses plush with wine.


You’re drinking tea today,

Green tea with a long spoon,

The sun a pomegranate

Split open, dripping red,

And half an hour floats by:

A cube of sugar falls

And shatters on the floor.