The crystal midnight sky blankets me through the reflection of your eyes. Your skin glistens with stardust. The night has become your guise and everything 'round us suspends as we dance one with the breeze. A night could not be more perfect. Tension is our only tease.
Arms embrace me warmly; so strong; the air, thick. Quite invincible, we can't deny the heaven's cry: this love is angelically blissful. You're the arms that never catch me because you hold me up so strong. I run to you when the wind is hard, because to you I only belong.
The night will fade, the sun will rise but with the wind we follow. You are my breath, you are my strength. You're why I live for tomorrow. To see your smile when I wake, or to breathe you in as you pass, everything that you are is my reason. You give me something that will last.
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
i really like the imagery in this poem very much ...
Reindeer
Chanti
Written with great passion.
Love, Bonnie