How do you tell a man you want that you don't want him?
How do you tell him his touch burns with a sweet sensation,
But you have diabetes?
How can he understand that you have a religion, tattooed on your body
Despite all the signals it is sending him?
Your body should be a temple borrowed to this world
But the very same temple sings praises to his embrace.
Emotionally resistant
Emotionally resistant he says.
Is it right to push him away then,
When the heart says another thing?
He wants nothing serious,
So why wait for the heart break?
How do you return a love not given?
How can I make him understand,
How can I make ME understand,
That he is the one I want so badly,

But don't?

Africa is known to be deprived of water
So I get hurt often,
Of course on purpose
And open eyes to let it rain!
I'm kind like that.

You asked for the impossible
And I drew blood from my well,
Quenching your twilight thirst, sweet sweet slices of my being.
Honey I birthed you, breathed life into you
Nurtured you from my chest.
Made your pillow on my *******.
They ache when you're done and so does my heart,
Coz I see when your belly shine you don't need me no more.
Women of my kind don't care about your pockets but your dreamy eyes and healing attention.
Just your loving arms and your soothing voice.
Just your nobodyness, naked personality and your barren garden to our rain so you don't benefit from our pain.
Harvest my organs if you have to,
Don't love me of you don't want to,
Shun me as you please,
but all I ask is understanding.

Nobody ever gave me that.

I came here searching for gold
But these mines keep swallowing what's mine,
For a piece of paper just to temporarily belong.
I long for the day grandpa falls off the rails,
And gives us a chance to live.
Oh wait, he already did,
But there is no change.
So in this land I'm alienated,
In this land I'm disoriented,
In this land my identity is a shame,
It's shunned,
It hidden in the name of protection
Because they decapitate here
They disintegrate
The ****
They cull
And we want you alive when home starts to look greener,
And a little less brown.
So graze with your head down,
Bleed Rands to the ground.
It's okay.
Long as you breathing baby
IT IS OHKAY.

Why did he choose to come closer in summer? .
In winter I could have used these cuddles and had the excuse,
"It's cold out".
Why didnt he show up when I was sad?
The tears would explain why he holds my hand the way he does.
I can't wait for him to come,
Or leave so our intimate hugs are interpreted as another hello, a simple goodbye.
How come he puts a smile top of my smile,
Knows me better than I know myself,
And makes me feel lonely in his absence?
Just yesterday, I kept planting kisses on the outside of his hands
and he didn't complain,
Instead one of them  found their way to my conical hills and I didn't complain either.
He caresses me in a way that leaves my insides demanding for more.
His eyes burn with mysterious tales, or words I imagine he would like to say to me.
His legs always find their way to my place,
And my hands his neck,
His hands my hips,
My lips his chest,
His lips my hair,
My back the wall,
His back my nails
My lips his,
Returned with a burning desire, a rough squeeze of my behind and a palm devouring my tiny *******.
Our bodies falling into each other...

And then we remember we are not an item ,
We don't want to sin.
So we sit there, longing, holding hands, caressing, longing for more.
Maybe it's up to time but my dreams have caught us naked, red handed and no regrets.