Rendezvous in Bilad-as-Sudan.that delirious summer in africa we met in dakar senegal o black pearl of africa lonely wayfarers we were parched parch v. parched, parch·ing, parch·es v.tr. 1. To make extremely dry, especially by exposure to heat: The midsummer sun parched the earth. & thirsty for togetherness as i sat hypnotized in a street cafe & watched the slow procession like stately giraffes of ebony-hued & onyx-eyed wolof women in gaily colored boubous you appeared a mandinka apparition o isis of my dislocation o oracle of my 500 years of yearning what ancient majestic sculptor chiseled the antique fragility of your sable face was it your limpid seagreen eyes or your siren lips that summoned me a mummified mum·mi·fy v. mum·mi·fied, mum·mi·fy·ing, mum·mi·fies v.tr. 1. To make into a mummy by embalming and drying. 2. To cause to shrivel and dry up. v.intr. & worldweary osiris to caravan across thousands of nautical miles & centuries of cultures to rendezvous with you in bilad-as-sudan my long lost blood soul sister as we strolled on the corniche cor·niche n. A road that winds along the side of a steep coast or cliff. [Short for French route en corniche : route, road + en, on + corniche, to sembioudoune where the atlantic was the color of a bluejay griots gently thumbed calabash calabash Tree (Crescentia cujete) of the trumpet-creeper family (Bignoniaceae) that grows in Central and South America, the West Indies, and extreme southern Florida. It is often grown as an ornamental. koras & sang old african songs that soothed my westernized west·ern·ize tr.v. west·ern·ized, west·ern·iz·ing, west·ern·iz·es To convert to the customs of Western civilization. west mind enmeshed en·mesh also im·mesh tr.v. en·meshed, en·mesh·ing, en·mesh·es To entangle, involve, or catch in or as if in a mesh. See Synonyms at catch. in the filigree web of delirium the tick of time was forgotten & jackals nibbled at our days that unravelled like a broken string of pearls for a crown i gave you garland of waterlilies & hibiscus silently the hours scurried by on winged feet smitten we were oblivious of the camouflaged & khaki-uniformed soldiers with petite greaseguns tucked under their armpits a coup d'etat ended our revels & now steel fingers clutch my heart and in the far distance i hear a lost dove coo |
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