The Caribbean Writer


Janet Bohac


I lie beside you
slide down against your curved back
smooth along your naked hips
tuck my knees
behind the hollows of your knees
cupping your small breast
in my palm.

All night
like birds
we tittered
with our friends.
All day
we fished in canals
laced with lilypads
filled with anhingas
and herons lifting up
out of the pewter water
into a black pearl sky


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