Dear Emma,
you raised every man
your child in touch
I was once of them,
A flower’s dye, alive
on the endless palm
of your kanga,
In twilight I still see
the slow draw
of your long fingers
loving like water
over
what it holds
The more I lose my words the more I uncover my soul
Dear Emma,
you raised every man
your child in touch
I was once of them,
A flower’s dye, alive
on the endless palm
of your kanga,
In twilight I still see
the slow draw
of your long fingers
loving like water
over
what it holds
