Kauhoe Haumaru
I lie face down on the massage table wearing just my g-string bikini. It’s late on a summer afternoon, and I can feel the heat of the day wane as the sun begins its descent towards the horizon.
Ka haruru oku taringa ki nga tangi o au. Ka rongo ahau i te hau ka pa ana i nga rau ki roto i nga rakau kei muri o te taiapa, me te tangi o te wai e pupuhi ana me te hiri i te taha o te kaukau i te taha.
Na, ko te paatene o te taupoki e whakatuwherahia ana, ko te paahitanga paku o te pounamu ka kotahihia, ka paahitia ano te tangi o te rua o nga ringaringa e rua ngatahi.
I wait in anticipation as the patter of Mika’s bare-feet come to a stop in front of me…