i want to live in africa
on flat or curving land
with a ground that is
brown or green or very green
and a woman with a white smile
and dark brown skin and
a giggle that sticks
inside her throat as she
walks and watches and
bends and talks and
dances.
she must dance with me
with her smile and her sound
and her hands and her feet
and her hips that swivel
in the heat of the african
evening, beautiful african
evening of distant african
farmland
we will dance in our africa-
things creating themselves-in
dreams
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