Keepsake

I fell in love with a
Preacher man
In his eyes I saw lust
And love and devotion and
Infatuation
He said
Visit me
I pondered his words
Through the day and every
Night
And so I moved myself to board
A flight with my folded
Clothes and flew
To a foreign land, a land of the
Smoke
That Thunders
Where lions roar and
Wild dogs roam
Where the sun beats on the
Naked earth
And hungry people greet with
Smiles
I kissed the ground, the warm
African soil
And allowed myself a kiss
From
Him
A kiss so sweet and tender
A single moment in a frozen time
He gave me a
Red woven cloth
Rich of fabric
And texture
And image
A keepsake
To remember him by

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