I am overcome by the sadness in her eyes
I get lost by her whispering replies
Shadows dance along the walls
Downstairs the music calls
Nowhere left, nothing at all
Her body was an addiction
A sensual trap
Clothes shed like snakeskin
Slowly sliding, slithering inside
First the pain comes a river of shame
No result
A night of lust, of trust
Soft words spoken, spirit broken
Long, lingering, erect play token
Dominance, submission
Slight intermission
Milky decision
Must run away
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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
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