Lisa is colour-earth,
she is everflowing dreams.
Eyes bright as fire,
muzzle, dark chocolate.
I can almost taste it.
I’ll never forget
those African memories.
She is grey like burnt fabric,
brown like dry soil,
black like the night,
blond like dyed hair.
I got her in Africa
at a lodge.
I forget the name
but that moment we met
I’ll never forget.