i remember the last time i was with him
his lips tasted of salt, vinegar and dishonesty,
the room orbited as i looked into his eyes
i almost threw up but how was i to let this love go wasted
when time and soul were spent to keep it alive,
i remember how his finger searched through my skin for her,
digging out my skinned bones as he called me by her name.
but has heaven ever looked like hell ?
im not her.
but has heaven ever looked like hell ?
im faced upwards searching for god,
prayers rolling out in tears as i let out a rehearsed moan.
but has heaven ever looked like hell ?
i love you still.

“love must be a terrific thing.”

—philile mvundla

tenderness and moon
go together
like you on I,
my ever
so daydream,
explorer of my
moonlit soul,
the celestial body
in which I rest
which is to say
you are home.
—
opening me up,
you found
a milky white lily,
a songbird and
forever
opening me up,
I was an open field,
the sky, rosy & romantic
and in it
lilies danced to
the concurrent
sound of birds, some
a sweet song
and the wind,
a soft scent,
a soft sensation,
my love letter
back to you.