African Daisy
(For Dami) Gavel banging, stiletto walking,A floating ponytail: pulled backLike an obsidian lake, shimmeringAcross powder floors, darting from black, Like a phantom, headed to the operaOf filing cabinets and swiveling chairs.She lodges herself, in the moon’s umbra,All five feet of her, like silky prayers Tangled in satin dresses. Pointed chin,Edging for the grasp of a finger’s tip,Like a copa glass aches for cask-aged gin.Pearly eyes … Continue reading African Daisy
