(which is like any other natural dam in South Africa)
You wear mist like perfume
Tangible but untouchable
And the moon how he shines
Into you, but I can't see you
I can't see through you.
And those blasted ducks should be asleep
Tucked somewhere safe
Like in your arms,
In between your hard parts,
Where they haven't touched you.
When people sleep,
You yield all your secrets
To someone who might just care
If they hadn't had three pints
Of Castle.
And when I yelled, "Pull over!"
The weeping willow grimaced,
A kivit gave me dirty looks,
I gave it all up to heaven,
And for your leafy friends
An unscheduled shower.
And at this hour
When even the muses rest,
When no one dares to speak
In a silence pleading for sound,
Begging to be held,
I wouldn't have looked up
Had it not been for
The car door's coolness
Inviting me to lay my head,
My mouth crushed into
A bow, almost kissable shape,
Save for my flammable breath.
I waited for you to judge,
But you go on,
Your curious dance,
In your shiny ripple dress
And your perfume mist.
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