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.