Published in issue six of:
The Green Tricycle
I GOT A LITE ON YOU BABE
I try with my right hand
to loosen the straps
which bind my sandal
A prerequisite
before I can tread barefoot
through the night waters of your hair,
let the light from your eyes
play through the deep folds of my clothes
and undress secret wishes
and finally our hands
touch.
©Tasha 2000
