published in The Interpreter's House, 25, Feb 2004
Meet the Ancestor
home from work, I saw him,
at brambles where the slip meets Raglan Road.
saw me too, although his back was turned.
lightweight sound and smell carried no danger.
I came up, he swivelled back to front,
naked. His manhood dropped into its thick-grown covert,
plumes drifted across his chest, hair over hair,
small bright eyes peered from beneath their ledge,
huge scent swamped us both.
tried to smile, nothing with showing teeth.
eye-glint shifted, then his brown lips moved
a scant reflection, his curving wrist approached
a brief finger on my inner thigh, withdrew at once.
he pulled a fruit, held it up and my hand took it,
body knowing better what to do than I did.
put it in my mouth. He watched.
a great sigh heaved away from him.
half-thoughts jostled and shoved at me,
fronting nascent memory.
formations of clouds, a moon shaking in water,
tigerís bloodied underbelly skimming his mouth.
ancestor bent over me, slid a soft leather hand behind my neck.
fitting his nostrils under mine,
snorted gently up into my skull.