Gister wou ek myself in jou reuk toedraai—
jou soet warm walms soos 'n kombers
om my vou en myself daarin deurweek soos 'n sjamaan.
Eergister was dit jou stem—ek wou swem
in die helder lettergrepe van jou keel se tromboon
totdat elke sel in my jou klanke weergalm.
Maar vandag wil ek eenvoudig aan jou vat—
my hand op die wand van jou gesig rus
en met my vingers die lyne van jou lippe lus.
Yesterday I wanted to wrap myself in your smell—
fold your sweet odour around me like a blanket
and soak myself in it like a shaman.
The day before it was your voice—I wanted to swim
in the clear syllables of your throat's trombone
until every cell in me echoed your sounds.
But today I simply want to touch you—
rest my hand on the side of your face
and with my fingers loop the lines of your lips.
... Sanko Lewis
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