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These lungs are still. 

As flameless fire,
We are breathing dead smoke.

Looking back at our love, 
began full of sparked ignitions and frictions of heat,  
red flames of 
passion 
love
lust 
trust
and comfort 
perhaps over sticks not coal.

We heard a whisper...
"to enjoy a lasting fire one must have a good foundation,
coal is key
not sticks nor paper
or it will burn out fast"

When tested, our fire sizzled out.
flameless love sticks was all we had to work with.
no foundation of coal.
nor that signature paper.

We've sat blowing at these sticks from all sides 
with hope of catching one last spark, 
trying to awaken the fire once again.
Campaigning within ourselves
let's live again, lust again,
love Against and beyond
ourselves

Have we lost sight of the ground?
taken by the wind of life's happenings
now barely touching at fingertips

we've forgotten the lips
that whispered
foundations of a true love's lasting fire.

are we hopeless?
our love flames are breathing on sticks
not coal. 

both locked on exhale 
no oxygen to our souls
back, neck and head coiled 
like a lifeless corps
hanging from the spine

we are dying, Love
we've blown all through and through
and I know somehow I still love you 
but while sitting in this thick cloud of smoke
I fearfully ask
how do I breathe for I and you?
Copyright © 2017 Tsholo Khumalo
From my hair
           i offer strength

From my eyes
            i offer no judgment

From my ears
            i offer understanding

From my lips
            i offer truth

From my *****
            i offer rest

From my hips
            i offer passion

From my hands
            i offer guidance

For my nose
            i give you pride

From my shoulders
            i offer the world

For my arms
            i offer a shield

From my heart
            i offer my home
Copyright © 2010 Tsholo Khumalo
I once knew love,

came above the skies,
cleared the pale vision and introduced sparkle to my eyes,
weaved threads of passion in my heart and in-between my thighs.

I once knew love,

that stopped time, moved distance just for me.
Love, that felt my tears, shared the laughter, patiently
imprisoned my reality.

Ohhh how I once knew love!

Met it through fires of great confidence.
****** eyes that strangely entice
us both to the harmony of heart beat balance.

I did once know this love,
that elevated my dreams,
that bathed us in hot bubbles of passionately-captivating extremes.

I once knew love
that silently
loved
ME
ohhmm so perfectly

I once knew love
that tickled me up on the inside
awoke the bright rays of my sunshine,
love that only stood against the test of time,
love I thought forever mine.

I knew it once that love,
my first and only true kind of love.
With each thread by hand it weaved
a warm and safe blanket for my head above,
lifted me higher than any cloud,
unfolded and repaired my battered wings like a doves.

Love and I once flew,
when that Love was once you.
Copyright © 2007 Tsholofelo Khumalo
Edited 2017 By Tsholofelo

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