You Remind Me

You remind me of what it must feel like to visit the motherland.

There is a history and a connectiveness between us that

has remained unbreakable for quite some time.

I feel a sense of pride whenever

I am in your presence.

Everything else and everyone else

disappear from our lives

like the Shashe river disappearing

on the African horizon.

For those spellbinding moments

only you and I exist.
Every second in our secret world
feels
like
home.

Every night before I go to bed, I think about

the last time we were together.

We were on my sofa and
the TV was observing us observe each other.

I looked into your eyes and watched your lips

form words that were inaudible.

Drowned out by the pounding of my heart

that played rhythmic melodies as if it were a djembe drum

beating only for you.

Then you touched me and I felt a feverish heat.

Not a scorching heat, like the kind you can't wait to get

out of.

It was the kind you want to bask in on a sunny day
in Botswana.

I love the darkness of your skin, the power in your voice,

the way you tower

over me like a mighty Nubian King.

You remind me of what it must feel like to visit the motherland.