Safari

He is a drop in the ocean.
 
A drop.

In an ocean.

She swims and he is fixed onto

her hair.

He slips onto her lips

and into her mouth.

Swallowed into her belly,

into her blood stream.

Round and round her veins,

arteries.

Eons later:

Into her skin he ventures.

He is a drop of sweat

trickled onto a petal.
 
A drop.
 
On a flower.
 
She…

picks the flower

 
and sniffs it.
 
Slips into her lips…
 
drop of water
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This entry was posted in Africa.

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