(Photo By Clemence Bee Keling)

His love brushes me
as winnowing treetops
fanned upon the
African sky's backdrop.




He is rich soil,
rugged--brown,
and all encompassing..

He is Zulu.


Watering me
with expression
feeding the passion
of my roots
...causing them to emerge.


He is Zulu.


Daily I bask
in the sunlight
of his heat
his sizzling
masculine energy.


I grow in the sensuality
of his essence
while flourishing
in his love.


Yes, he is Zulu.

...and I, am his Queen.


©edie antoinette 2009

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Fantastic! Your poetry always talk to me...but then again, it probably talks to all tha have the pleasure of reading or hearing it
Thank you Z*...I have to say though, if it does talk to anybody else--I wouldn't know it. Your feedback is always appreciated, and you know this. :)

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