You arrive soaked
In this monsoon
That the heavens unleashed on us
I hurry to towel you dry
With the purple towel
That has my initials: KDY
Given to me on my 33rd birthday
By my first African lesbian lover
Say, is it blasphemous to cradle you
You my new love
In what we used back then?
I rub your rain-beaten body
Trying to still your shivers
Attempting to warm you
Resisting the pull to undress you
Begin making love to you…
But we stand in the house I grew up in
Eyes watching our every move
Making love is something we can only dream of
I settle for watching you change
Musings of An African Woman 
Hmm! Interesting!