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  Jun 2019 Risa Njoroge
David Adamson
The language I learned from you
was the wordless speech
that tongue teaches tongue
that eye flicks to eye
that skin lets through
  Jun 2019 Risa Njoroge
Noah
tbh
Fake people don't surprise me anymore, real people do.
Risa Njoroge Jun 2019
It's 10 am and I have already said over a hundred good mornings,
And I will say a couple more before they turn into good afternoons
And then into good nights,
I say them to a lot of people most of whom barely say them back,
Heck am lucky if they even try to make eye contact,

I understand,
They are probably having a bad morning,
Or they having a long day,
Or they have been sitting for hours in rush hour traffic,
But mostly they just look sad, a couple of them need to lose some fat,

I watch as they struggle to ark their lips into a smile,
And the dark glasses they wear to hide the windows to their souls,
I see them as they quickly walk on by,
Always in a hurry! Am sure some wish they could fly,
Some look like they have already tried, others like they are just about to die,

Some are always chasing after their puppies,
One of them actually has husky,
That he calls dusty, Or maybe he told me rusty,
Shouldn't matter its still a husky,
His furry best friend, wait a minute I think he told me his name is Charlie!

One of them did talk to me this morning,
I had to step back since his breathe still had the smell  of whiskey,
I check the clock, its still morning,
But I understand, I heard him and his wife fight this morning!
About how she was looking at  guys in the gym or something,

"My life really *****" he tells me, "My wife is going back to her ex"
"But still wants me to pay for her frozen eggs, and be her best friend"
When did this even become a trend, frozen eggs and being best buds with your ex?
I feel his sadness as he tries to accept his sudden life events,
I want to say this things happens that maybe its for the best,
But I just look at him and nod my head,
Because deep down all we need is a friend.
I get to meet a lot of people each day at my place of work, this is typically how most days go! I hope you enjoy the poem.
Risa Njoroge Jun 2019
a party for two,
a lovely melody at a distance,
a full moon and ten thousand stars,
the perfect night, none less than id hoped for,
several sweet kisses, tender embraces
the cool summer breeze sweeping over us,
am so grateful for this secluded space
tonight no guests are needed
we'll serve in our own delight
dressed in a gown and a tuxedo
what an elegant sight
candles glowing
the warmth of such inspired love
no distracting crowd
shared pleasure is all we think of
praising the quiet time
our closeness is made sure
left alone with such passion
our bodies a perfect mixture

a party for two
we dine in ecstasy
treating desires one to one
the hours pass so wonderfully
the air is fragrant
we become even closer
feeling all of loves magic
appearing when we are together
the stage is all ours
for the most sensual show
performed without an audience
not a thought about tomorrow
a midnight duet
how beautiful it sounds
played smoothly in darling souls
Exotic harmonies abound
Done the way we like
we remain soft and cozy
these are the best occasions
when its just you and me....
i wrote this in 2012 but until lately I have been lately to share my words with the world! I hope you enjoy my little blast from the past! Thank you for reading!
  May 2019 Risa Njoroge
David Adamson
The story began one night in the dark
when most curious minds were asleep.
Sitting silently, only fingers tapping the keys,

“You tempted me like an empty page,” he wrote,
longing for a response of immediacy
that would fill his mind with more words,
the only thing he took comfort in.

She stepped aside from the voices
at her gathering to read his message.
“Emptiness,” she wrote back, “lives in the mind,
the habit of looking for what’s lost.

There is no zero in nature.
Let me tempt you with fullness instead.
Come and see what I see, and share what is there.”

As she sent the message, she swallowed deeply
knowing that what she offered was not quite a lie
but more of an unfulfilled desire.

“I can give you what I never had,” she thought.
Her mind wandered, filling
with all the ways that only emptiness can.

He wasn’t sure what she was offering him.
Whatever it was, he longed for it.
Her words flooded him with a feeling he couldn’t name.
Love? Desire?  Intoxication? Yes.

As the sun rose, he took no notice of fatigue, thirst, hunger.
He forgot the empty days,
the time spent looking in the mirror,
counting the lost years.
He began again to write.
A collaboration with my friend Candace Smith.
Risa Njoroge May 2019
I literally saw him on Monday morning,
And he told me how things were going,

He looked really rough,
And he told me his day had been quite tough,

His partner got into an accident,
And it was really bad,

His head and shoulder is all messed up,
And he doesn't even know where to start,

I told him things will look up,
And that sometimes things happen we can't understand,

I saw the ambulance on Tuesday morning,
And the paramedics rushing up to get someone,

They say he fainted in the bathroom,
And they are rushing him into a hospital room,

I saw his partner on Wednesday morning,
And tearing were rolling down his cheeks,

"They told me his heart gave up,
And they were sorry that my best friend is dead! "
The above events are real, happened at my job this week, its really surprising how little time we have! Let's live in the moment.  May he rest in peace!
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