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
