Hanging around beneath the canopy,
your long, green dreadlocks
dangle in the air,
sucking the moisture away from the world.
As you drink, I see the life
return to your slender body,
the colour of your skin
ripens once more
and you rise up,
reaching for humid skies.
Your soft fingers remind me
of silver-white moths
floating on the breeze towards
the light splashing down
from the stars.