A poem inspired by a lover far from sight but near in heart.
Like a light mountain breeze you blow through my mind. A thought of you in your night gown toys with my sanity as I am split between being here and there. It is not refuge I seek but flames. Shades of red, orange, and yellow flicker and flare engulfing my tender flesh in heat, a passionate sweat. How luscious your lips, how deep your eyes. How bright your smile, how smooth your thighs. The nectar of your love I long to taste. Until that day arrives I will survive on memories that shall not waste.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
What's a poem doing in a section like this (Articles)? ;-)
Ron