Mshairi’s week of love: 5

A hot Sunday afternoon by the Indian Ocean

as sleek sinews writhe
salty sweat streaks gleaming coffee-coloured skin
warm breezes sway tall palm trees
setting off the whisper-whisper rhythm
and blind fingers grasp while mouths open
waves undulate inwards
finally touching the shoreline
each swell
greater than the last

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