________________________________photo christina poindexter
africa retracted her landlocked kiss
from the top of spain's
salt soaked cliffs
she said this closeness will be missed
dividing the seas with our isthmus bliss
he rode his horse hazily
through her tuliped field
hair pulled long, tossing the shield
that had weeded out the warriors
from the peaceman's passive yield
that shelled his vulnerable skin
from the hitman's shady deal
purging the poison
time turns the wheel
nothing here is real
nothing here is real
so slip back dear
slip back dear
the inevitable procession
of a fading mirror
africa retracted her land locked kiss
