Le Bonne

I see you
Before you see me.
A brown-skin stranger-
A Sahara’s evening
with a breeze.
I am imposing
I hold intrigue,
I am exotic
Yet easy to appease;
Like being on safari
When the leopard
Looks up
From the watering hole
to see me perched
in some gnarly tree
gazing down
into his being
And our eyes meet
to form a seam
that starts with you
and ends with me.
While we play
in Serengeti heat
And the Katydid sings;
Tribal chants
To be whisked away
On amber winds
And hallowed reeds
To bemuse a tempest
inner beast
scratching at my surface,
longing to roam free.
Do you care to migrate
toward my reciprocity?