a
master
of comedy
scurrying this way
and that,
provoking
divine chortles
which lace the evening sky,
as I forever seek the truth
glowing inside.
a
master
navigator
venturing over baobab
and through acacia,
leaping under
the sound of the drums.
steeped in earthy aroma,
I find myself here,
waiting.
a
master
of seduction
leaving behind desire and ecstasy, as
the ghost of longing slips
unfathomably close, leaving
in its wake a truth that
glistens
with tantalizing delight across
naked skin,
fulfilling a hunger that wants
for naught.
yet
the whispers of loss still
tingle in my ear.
my apprenticeship has only just begun.
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