Welcome Poem by Jo Beckett

His eyes lived in different countries
His present sunshine days on a powder white beach by a turquoise sea
His future a country of contrasts
His hand grasped mine and spoke of the possibilities of all to come
To others it was a handshake
"Welcome" he whispered as though inviting me to know him
His irresistible aroma, enticing, exciting as I breathed him in
Slowly the dance began
As we weaved in and out of each others space
And held our breath in anticipation
Papaya kisses juicy, sweet and succulent
His energy filling me with a radiance
I turn and wave him goodbye, and smile
Knowing we share the same vision
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Zanzibar June 2008