woke up this morning
with a smile on my face
he served me breakfast
swam like a black cayman
the length of the moruca river
ran like a jaguar
the lone road into santa rosa
snaked like an anaconda
through the rain forest
flew like a harpy
to the top of a tropical palm
wiped images of me across his brow
then plucked the perfect coconut
chartered a plane to tanzania
squeezed the flesh of ten papaya
until they gave up juice
cooled by the well
on a bed of fig leaves
rushed back on the concorde
to top my cinnamon bun
with homemade ambrosia
fresh from a jelly jar
fingered a love poem in my grits
smoothed wrinkled blues from my sheets
rubbed my aching feet with african peach
swept misery's dust from my walls
clapped his hands
made the sun rise
to warm my skin
drew my bath water
then dropped salt stones
from the caribbean in
and girl
it aint even
6 o'clock yet
ha!
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