.
She is yesterday
in Swahili, the ghost
of something he once
knew with his heart,
the distant taste
of cloves and whispered
…………….(Kiswahili)
kiss of native
tongue.
Here now,
in this neon stretch
of city, he loves her still
as if there’s no tomorrow.
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This is awesome, De! So gorgeous. Jana can also refer to Diana, the goddess of the hunt, the moon, and childbirth. So I’m picturing 1) a former werewolf who is just plain old human now, missing the way he used to be able to howl at the moon, and 2) a baby who died during childbirth.
Plus, Diana swore never to marry. So perhaps this man loved and lost her, but loves her still. The setting, of course, is Vegas, or some other big city.
Ooh, City of Angels. That’s what this is.
Or maybe he’s dead too. So there’s never a tomorrow for either of them.
I have a friens named Jana 🙂
Gorgeous.
Wasn’t it Janus (as in January) who was double-sided – always looking behind and forward at the same time? I should google it. Anyway, yesterday and now – the female version.
This is a great poem of longing, first love lost, but never forgot – love those details.