Tete nights…

Nights are balmy in Tete,
I could live here,
a life I gave up feels alluring,
singles quarters, two fellows sharing a 550ml Manica cerveja,
two girls, chatting in Portuguese,
sauntering in with their hips showing through their capulana,
a warm wind blows through the doorway and the curtain billows in,
life can be sweet, if one chooses,
she drifts into my mind and in that moment I want her,
what I feel for her,
it lies in that deviant place between what I desire and how she gives it…


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