Before anything

From the skull-feeders,

As I granted you my spine;

As I take a paw back

The same day.

As I saw you enter

The skull-feeding kraal,

I stretched my arms for you to hold,

In the arms you fell.

I felt your tiny arms and shoulders:

Enclosed into my arms.

I felt warmth.

Even though not for my palms,

I know I crossed to your slides.

Mine slides traversed unto yours.

I held your slides with mine

Like we are one.

Sweet, sweet cherries.

I smelled them.

Soft, cherubic and tender lips.

A man does not want to put a paw back:

A feeling for a bewitched inner atom

As you did perch on my lap

A sister as you were

And me being a brother as I were to you.

I haven’t caressed a book back home.

Not even some belly-fillers.

You just need ink and a page:

A route to relieve feelings from the cage.

Let me lay words on your existence.

Salute you and flatter you.

You are a goddess.

Before anything I honour your existence.

My rainbow

Storms are a womb of beautiful things

I abhor tornados

I do not have a nerve for cyclones

I wish I did not know what weaved you

But you are elegant

A making of the regal houses

I cherish you as a king cherishes her queen

Oh! Oh! Sight occluded world

Angels bow for you

As audience watch in amazement

To the ostriches dancing to the great harvest

And ears thawing to the melodies

I am back to the cradle

I am the calf and you are autumn

You are a cot of beauty

Oh! Shine on and into longevity

Beauty, does it know of brevity

I love your reds, blacks and purples

But greatly I adore your green shades

Oh! Clouds oh!

You are aloof

Sway your feet down

I want to touch

You are my torch

You inebriated my soul

So god gave you eternity

Severed

Are we really cut off free?

Distant shores captured you.

Do you remember my serenades for you?

My only source to meeting you right now is

You is my blue compositions.

Albeit the million fishes,

My hand cannot throw

The hook into the streams.

Where did we go wrong?

Fingers point pointers.

Are we not fighters?

Did we not revel in one another

As the roots adore the ground?

There are million routes for us to meet.

Did I shear them off?

Or was it your hands?

But my dear I want to tell

The truth as bold as it is.

I and you are not supposed to abhor.

If kisses made us to hate, then I return them.

Wipe your mouth and call my name.

Will we not smile at one another when we meet?

No, we cannot bite our lips dear.

Are our bonds terminated.