I’ve kissed a salty Bajan shore

made love in the linen

of a DC stranger

waded in San Francisco fog

waiting for a man

who never came back.

Tasted the confection

of a Bahia breeze

cried in brick and mortar

and stared down dark hallways in Brooklyn

slow dancing a ghost


I’m a wanderer

in search of my heart

-Nijla  © 2010