under the baobab tree

she waited for herself at twilight
under the baobab tree

black skirt raised above knees
red and gold painted bare feet on haunted ground

spirit rising through ancient soil
seeking lost self and awaiting life

the agape dance
gyrating for the coming moon

gyrating for her lost self
smelling sea water on moonbeams

night skirt tugged high
copper skin against cloaking darkness

she is her own lover
she made love

to herself
under the baobab tree

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