He acts like he doesn’t know, but I bet he does.
I know because he has touched me.
I also know because I lost my breath the moment he did.
I’m in love with a stranger who seems to hate the sound of my name.
I know because he only equates my presence to the taste of the sweet water on his tongue on a hot day,
Never quite calls my name,
What he will prefer will be as soothing as the sound of the ocean waves hitting the rocks, against the setting of the sun,
What is the setting sun compared to the flame in his eyes?
On a day as bright as this I long for the darkness,
It is the only way he will come to me, embrace me as I embrace him.
I’m in love with a stranger who attends to my calls for a touch as firm as his, on skin as soft as mine.
His arms, strong like the baobab tree,
His chest, one I will lay my head on and pray to the gods of passion.
I have known love, because my heart has beat to the beats of his.
It’s not every day I find my tongue longing for a taste of him,
But on a night like this, I can only imagine.
His thoughts challenge me, outwitting my every move, even when I want to think I have him open like a book.
I am in love with a man whose strange ways to show me love keep me rooted.
