Something like Love in a Faraway Place

for Sahiru

We sit on the steps
in the dark of Stone Town, Zanzibar;
mosquitos bite at my ankles.
You smile at me,
your eyes shining,
you smell of coconut oil and heat.

In the day you walk me
through mazes of cobbled streets,
proud to be with me,
proud to hold my hand
giggles of children calling as we pass –
“Mambo, mzungu”

You bring me to a little shop
where they sell plastic cups
of custard and tinned fruit
that remind me of home.
On a bench at night
at Forodhani fish market
you ask if you can kiss me:
I say yes.