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        All the poems I write
     are
just the beginning
                              and end
               of every thought
   I've ever had about you.
david mungoshi Mar 2016
tense, intense and focussed
drilling into each other's ego
with laser eyes and hot desire
that fans the flames of a raging fire
we look and yearn, moan and groan
under the heavy burden of a love lost
under the insipid clouds of cynical indifference
we discover too late the beauty of what's gone
david mungoshi Mar 2016
she stood 'neath the stars in the underbrush
dancing on the earth that was tossing and turning
as its pores breathed in unison with the beat of her heart
she heard him curse a shadow hovering above them
and serenade a star twinkling like a shy maiden
under the glare of a night that promised to reveal
the riches of her contours translucent in the warm glow
of dreams etched upon the heaving night sky
then she heard him tell an old ditty and sing an ancient melody
about smitten women and faithless marauding males
spawned by callous sires of unending tales of woe
and while she still wondered the world began to drone
endlessly like a drowsy sleeper on quivering rails
  Mar 2016 david mungoshi
Emily B
Time to pick up
all the shattered pieces.

Cement the colored
fragments of memory
and voice

with hope
and something new
that resembles

confidence.

A new day shines--

I will emerge
brilliant
as the sun.
  Mar 2016 david mungoshi
Emily B
I will heal you,

he said.

My words of grace

will ease your aches.

My inner light

will guide you home.

My patient hands

will soothe your spirit.

I am all that you need.*

But I wonder

if his words have grace.

And I wonder

if his hands are patient.

And I wonder

if his light will shine.

And I wonder

if I am all that he needs.
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