[tabby title="Poem"] To be young is a gift, in the hands of a nation, …One full of lavender mornings, creatures in dance and lulu songs of hope playing to the fears and fragile hearts… To be young, Gifted, South African...

I saw flesh and emotion unite I felt them breathe in a synchronised fashion They became one and in this divine being Emerged self acceptance. As the picture became clearer.. The smoke screen faded and I saw her... Her that...

My angst, bellowing of my heart, starry thoughts, music in my feet, lovers kiss, and limber thigh ready for breach on a moon-full Friday I do not know why But thank God is Friday

It is to defer the retina Of ones true eye, Skewed by chagrin’s Of life’s light residing in our love to be… what we dream of, however pliant there only seems to be the so called “reality” where dreaming is...