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 Jun 2020 Godfrey Ndlovu
tia
i hear the whisper
of his candid soul
that saunters in my dream

and it hums,

it hums gently
and fills the entire room
with wordless melodies.

his lips create
the softest of tunes
that drift away into
the bubble of fantasy,

and it hums,

it hums until i’m able
to coalesce into
the song he’s singing.
Toes cold and aching
Fires flicker in amber dance
Red wine warms the soul

— The End —