Nubian Queen

Dark and distant
Home
may be,
farther away
than a heart could reach.

Be as it may
That
I’ve lost my place.
One looks in the mirror,
an unknown face.

Yet, and again
Butterflies
remind me
dreams and desires
are free as the sea.

But one knows,
The Landscape
of her body
The Pith of her skin
could be home for me.