From my lap rises, balmy, your scent of mango
of mango still green, yet open in eyes of tenderness
and ripe wonder, of the same amber hue as that little dress
of the white little girl who grew up and went away
far, far away from where you, sweet baby boy, melt caresses
of sepia upon my devotion to the man you will become.
Will you? Doubt is that saline haze in suspension
over this tide of hope flooding in my eyes
that hail, in waves, the smooth dawning of your pure smile.
Baby boy… I want you to grow out of that little dress
and into the full vastness perceptible within the delivery
of your dream. You whisper infinite shores to the shell of this fear
and awaken as a man
whole
when, lulled by the faith that you kindle on my lap
we both fall asleep, dressed only of amber tomorrows
in Xai-Xai.
Nacoranza…

© 2005 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*® Authors & Creations

Xai-Xai – A beach, near the town of the same name in the Gaza province and by the Limpopo river, in Mozambique.
Nacoranza -  “I love you” in Shangana - Tsonga, one of the languages spoken in southern Africa.