The Night Stalker

 

I awoke and heard the rhythm of your breathing

The sound of the waves outside our bamboo window

And with the sudden appearance of the tropic’s dawn

 

Saw the night stalker

Seemingly glued to the thatch ceiling of our hut

Stone age acrobat

So delicately painted on the morning’s blank face.

Black brown body crossed by aquamarine stripes,

Diamond shaped head with eyes like crystal balls of black,

Eyes keened to darkness.

Long toes splayed out like the leaves of a papaya tree,

And the tail!

In the form of an ‘S’, long, tapering into something as

Fine an insect’s antennae.

 

You awoke, a smile lit your face.

The night stalker fled into the thatch roof seeking

Refuge from the light.

 

We made love, discovered each other once again

And I too fled

Inside somewhere deep, my own refuge from the light.

 

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