A gully slopes down
from a raised hip bone,
rises toward the ridge
of a resting arm.
Fingers brush across
mythical piano keys,
curving along a cheek.
The brown savannah
of your back,
seduce my senses,
with a promise.
Stay beyond tomorrow.
I blanket your body
with my aching limbs,
drawing my strength
from a well of acceptance.
Acknowledging that,
following the Monday of staying,
arrives a Tuesday of leaving.

Published by Yaku Potgieter

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