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david mungoshi Jan 2016
my dear little sweet pea
truly, you're my cup of tea
what the doctor ordered
a vintage prescription wonder
that guarantees i never wander
                  now
there's no more trepidation in my heart
and i'm on autopilot as i approach the gates of love
i will send you no flowers because they pale before you
you're a flower whose warm glow illuminates eternity
and your sweet tenderness has legendary attributes all for me
my sweet little pea tell them things to wring their hearts sore
and set my heart galloping with the absolute joy of certainty
david mungoshi Jan 2016
the quiet whispers aroused a gnawing doubt
that was insidious, surreptitious and incessant
and spoke to him well above a timid shout
that said verbal power lay in being conversant
with what the heart is and just how brittle it is
when callous heartbreakers are abroad at ease
he pleaded himself vanquished and broken
and said he needed no eleventh hour token
to tease a compliant smile out of the shreds
of self-belief that *****-nilly everyone sheds
when belittled by the mule kicks of misfortune
from belated action when no longer opportune
thus he told his heart to be still and his mind to rest
life and experience had shown him what was best
when the world became a bitter and mazy wilderness
and that, in truth, was his unending epiphany, with
naked truths and outright lies in the dusk that had to come
david mungoshi Jan 2016
he was scarce
like goodwill
and she was forgotten
like an old world story
till a chance meeting made them gather
crumbs and snippets to weave a fresh ditty
and follow a new dream to the ends of reality
david mungoshi Jan 2016
once upon a drowsy afternoon drowned in the heat of life
we sat upon a knoll playing queen and king in lavender blue
and wilfully waited to be tempted by the horned one to finally feast
upon the intensity of our rampant libidos and our malleable greenness
now these many years later in the warmth of your smoky country kitchen
as you tend the stew for the old man in rimless bifocals and a hearing aid
remember how some dreams died but we lived and learned nevertheless
--but i have realized
that i live for the ash in your eyes,
the shadows i kiss from your collarbones
the unspoken flames that dance
                                     across your skin

igniting, consuming.
between the swirling dust
and your smoky eyelashes,
i breathe you,
choke on the embers and
love every moment of it.
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