A Poem… Love/Africa/Tears

 

5

Tears

 

palms sway softly

breezes whisper words I know have come

from you

 

dust swirls

sand stings alert eyes

grit mixes with tears

for a pain we cannot fix

and lives we may not save

 

an African blood moon rises

your heart turns to me

you feel my breath upon dry lips

a caress, a love word

 

somewhere beyond deserts—beyond droughts

and babies that cry without tears—the soil

is lush

 

a woman waits

and she is filled

with love

for you

 

I (Spy) Love   FREE ON KINDLE

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