Here beside you
I learn your
secret language,
half-breath gasps,
silk of skin, your
flesh leaping
to my touch.
Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow Zoom launch of The Only Magic We Know: Selected Modjaji Poems 2004-2020 on 31 March 2022
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