Black Malo: unrequited love
Between lives and beach
He wears a black Malo
With front flap to knees
A second in the back
With strap of cloth folds
Connecting to the knot
Which runs loose between
The loaves of his buttocks
As he draws in a breath
Scented by thoughts of me
In drape of fundoshi flowers
With his arms as they wave
In red light at sunset
From his lonely dance
As play steps aside
When dream's leaves
Are my rough fingers that
Sail around his brown skin
Barry G. Wick
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