By deevaa
Date: 16 November 1999

my tonga

Sitting on this deck.
Its like heaven here,
I feel so comfortable,
so at peace with the air, the land, the sea.
Even the gulls cry seems right.
I can't even imagine not wanting to be here
the smell of the salt,
and his arms around me.
Its like a dream,
but its not him.
He isn't the one from my dream.
He isn't the guy that makes me shiver
when he touches me,
he's not the one that makes me
want,
need...
desire.
         (  This is my tonga)
               my secret.

But still, I am here,
with his arms wrapping me against him,
and his lips brushing at my neck,
his voice whispering in my ear
that I feel like heaven,
and that we fit just right.
I lean back against his body
and inhale the scene
commit each piece to memory ...
    the driftwood piled in the corner,
a hundred tiny tealights scattered amongst it.
...the sun descending
             leaving a purple glow to the sky,
               a hot red slash behind Mana Island,
                a taniwha hiding for the day.

....I remember the wind against my face
 
         and I remember my tonga,
               my secret.

this is us.

tonga    = something secret, a special treasure.
taniwha = fantastic monster.

Maori is the language of the first people to inhabit New Zealand,
the vowels are a e i o u
Short
a as in u in but
e as in e in pen
i as in i in bit
o as in o in fort
u as in u in put

Long
a as in a in father
e as in ai in pair
i as in ee in feet
o as in o in store
u as in oo in boot


usually long vowels are indicated by a macron, but I don't know the HTML for that.
end of lesson for today!