You were something to me
like what rainwater is to plant lifeNgiyagcwala nge smile sakho
ungi pressa nge remote
Muting any scampering rational thought because
soy'2 siyazi this is illegalYou are to me
similar to what the djembe drum is to idlozi
What fresh vegetables are to a vegetarian no'mkhoziSing me your rusty lullabies
draw me into your cave
and seduce me into deep dreamless sleepSeal it with a kiss...
I want the one with lips that taste like your sweetest idea of deathTell no one that you were my muse that I misused
The missus I misused
YOU ARE READING
nirvana (purple bears) [Alt. title: Thandazela uthando]
PoetryOne of many. One too many.