a sweet interaction

you waved
your fingertips decorated in green
did you pay someone
to hold your hands
and paint colours of a memory you once
pressed against your palm
slapped w oil
a vā where your garden grows
your fingers siva w mine
tulou
selfish is the sei that hugs your ear
as i lean in to
plant a frangipani smile
tangaloa peaks at you cheekily through the trees
your skin is where the sun is promised rest
i listen as you laugh in every language i know
your eyes the colour of coconut husks
i begin to peel
and find myself waving back

Written by Sisifa Gigi Lui