A Chikale Summer

I said: “I will forever write about you”,
she smiled with her coconut tinted eyes,
fragile as the shells swaying in the August wind,
wiped her sweat from my lip and said:
“you will have many lovers after me”.

With clouds parting like show time curtains,
the sun snuck in, draping her in gold,
silhouetting her nose,
sinking into raven streaked hair.
The sky was so blue, I noticed.
The lake too, mirrored the heaven’s gradient
with a turquoise tinge as she lapped the shore.

She had the beach on her lips,
waves infinite between her hips,
I was the rock that caught her tide.

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