Exorbitant amounts of sunlight
soaked into my skin,
baked raw and pining
no more for a love
outside myself.
The sun is enough.
I believe because its rays
have kindled inside me some sort of a soft,
hushful contentment
of that sort they wreak and vie for
in the cities, in the courtyards,
out among the dunes,
out parched for a water,
but thirst is an honour, see…
09/03/2016
O. R. Tambo International Airport, Johannesburg