. that we wake
in the center of the night/
. the naked image-of-ourselves
locked black & beautifully together on this bed.
The sand & miles-of-water
. our Black bodies
blending with this night/
. the far city
floating (How strange!) in this sky.
. how your thighs
tremble like the tomtom-of-drums in the night/
hot & dark as Africa round my waist.
From The Oxford Anthology of African-American Poetry.
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