The bitter truth of us never entwining,
Leaves gaps of despair, clearly
visible like new days dawning.
I’d pictured love to be a
rose-embedded comfort terrain.
My being longs for your thoughts,
sights highlighted only with rusted pain.
Words comfort me, sooth my
swollen eyes from this visible strain.
Grieve only when I’m at rest,
Cover me with your warmth, not promising
what has remained in the past.
Involve me in your steps in life,
As I will whole-heartedly
encourage you to thrive.
Is our future visible, am I
appearing artificial?
Some how all that’s sculptured on
you is unmistakingly beautiful.
Your character somehow
attractive,
Smart and attentive, all you
posses is angelic.
Unseen joy longs to escape and grace your soul,
Leaving glimmers of my wishes to
better mankind encrusted on your being as a whole.
Reside in my poems,
Seems like my visions of our
cuddle remain far from my firm hold,
Already bluntly told, never dream
for gold.
When it seems I’m only capable of
unleashing hurts that either buried or old.
Is it a never-ending marathon?
Ran only by the luscious and slim
many, who seem to win in millions.
Should my energy in binding us richly end with yours.
Fight the resistance, press on
despite the harsh unspoken course.
Have I lived to the fullest?
Seen and walked with bright
souls, graced their sought-after importance.
How we wish to be loved.
Captured, taken to worlds only
created by melodic words.
Spin my inner-thoughts into a
twirl,
Drive out all my passions, fulfilling
my thirst for love and the feel of sweaty palms rubbing away the dizzy
butterflies in my stomach.
A relation of intimacy and
involvement is slow yet growth appears
to be frantic.
Am I holding on to the impossible?
Maybe all you house is regarded
false, recruiting naïve and gullible girls.
Streams of warm waters easily wet
my face.
What could have shaped my
out-come left me crushed and wishing for better-looking features.
A dim future, without your existence
in it, one might as well not prosper.
3 Feb 2008 Thandi Xaba
