Accentuated crimson shapes of love
A murky musk that lures the scent of lust
Pheromones secreted through the pores ripping apart with the overflow of desire
Not even a frown can shield the face of a longing heart,
seeking refuge to be drenched in a sombre revealing sadness that is shy of the nakedness of its passion
The yearning that drips like a garb clouding the eyes
Tripping on the shawls dragged by the hands drying salivating lips
shedding traces of the finesse of the hands that belong to the fate of the slopes moulded with each encounter with the familiar caressing breath,
draped in the scents that even the wind refuses to carry
To remember a kiss so beautiful, it still lingers in each breath that you exhale
Not even the conclave of dreams inhibits the insatiable thirst.
Nkateko Tshabalala is a self published author of Poetic Flair, Amazon (2018).