The
palm trees waving
In
the night of dim lights
The
soft wind blowing...
Touching
the leaves
In
the garden of a house
Far
away from the preying eyes
The
woman with her lover
He
just climbs over the fence
In
the night where sleep takes
She
comes out to meet her man
Under
the shadows of the palm trees
They
roam their fingers and bodies
The
touch of breasts
The
roving fingers never end
The
light touches of the wind
The
soft murmuring in the quiet
The
woman fingers stroke
The
sugar cane emerges into the open
The
night of the midnight cruises
The
owls hooting in protests
The
smooching tight
The
erotics of the night
The
dogs and cats fighting
Knock
down cans and dustbins
The
lovers in the night
They
swim into the dim light
The
strokes of many styles
The
owl hooting in protest
The
half naked souls
Under
the palm trees flow
In
the far distance like dark shadows
Copulating
the night away
The
sugar cane gets grilled
Into
the machine of natural lips
It
squeezes out the juices
It
never goes to waste
The
soft sounding echo
It
splits the night into reality
The
lights are switched on
The
man quickly climbs out
He
disappears into the darkness
Putting
on his clothing and run
The
woman gathers her belonging
Before
the strict father comes charging
She
sits on her swing
Humming
her melody of her night
She
closes her eyes
Let
the night engulf her soul
“What
are you doing so late at night?”
“I
can't sleep so I hang out in a swing
The
stars are bright and it's a cool wi nd”
“You
better get into the house...”
The
daughter doesn't make any protests
She
walks pass her father head lying low
Along
her walk she smile secretly
What
she has done a few minutes ago...
“I
know what you do!
I
know what you do!”
The
owl hoots in exchange
The
woman stares disbelief
She
runs in quickly
Bolts
her door and wait
Finally
the morning rays
She
knows she is ok
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