for a kiss

a red star tickles the end 
of the world or the end 
of a branch on giant baobab

you ask me, "who are you
my friend? why do you look
at me like that?"

in the water we hear
the quiet of a crocodile
waiting in the thick mud

you ask me, "what do you want
my friend? why do you look 
at me like that?"

in the dessert a bushman sips
water from a an ostrich egg
it is no time to dream as the cool air
comes again 

I say nothing as I touch your cheek,
"Who am I, my darling? Why do I
look at you this way?"

And I laugh.