| snapshot: dawn in dar es salaam
our intimacy is as subtle as the
mottled shade of shell colors
on a warm basket of cayenne
scented boiled crabs
or, more likely, the faint hint of
spearmint tea
silently seeping while your
attention is turned
to spreading the beige soft of
cashew butter across
the crisp of one slice of toasted
sourdough
which innocently rests near the
dark
of seeded unsugared strawberry jam
freshly smeared
atop the face of the bread's twin
-- quiet contentment
is morning within our colorful
kitchen where we are
as gayly nude as the golden gleam
of early light
streaming through our window
diagonally impressing
a translucent tattoo onto both the
half sphere of your breast
& the upraised arm of my hand reaching to caress
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