without the painful wince
doesn't happen that way
it all originates
from a whole heart
every cell
free to imagine
every mango
caress
where the sunset makes it
to the lip of the ocean
bloody at times
deep in orange tears
where the undertow
magnetic
always draws you in
the language
is soft
as a rubber
treesinging rice offerings
and small browning bananas
you drove the
scooter with steady hands
your straight
black hair blowing throughto my face
weaving into every steamy back alley
& market stall
i rode
spooned in the small of your back
there was
ginger and curry
rising off the
streets
--- e b bortz
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