A rush Melancholic something called for
That tiny box for a house
Not suitable
Meant for understanding
Simply misunderstood




Taken by it may be got together
Too much to do on holiday
For me yet to write someone
Publish it
I would have dared as a human





An imagined mocking smile
Pulling from the left from the
Left side of the mouth
Want to know why we
Do not speak anymore?




A static whining over the telephone
Silent for so long and apology being felt
Take it up with you
Put the phone down take
It up again




Head against  a person
Who  did not  need
To lean against
Someone else

A  step away  where one ought to have been
The vulnerability hid itself so well
Underneath a voluble  confidence
A black cat spells evil
Nothing can separate us




All supernatural fetishes meant nothing
For a sign , the rainbow represents security
One afternoon’s doorbell ring
The redness cropped up
A bird with a blood - red breast



Perched on the lawn
The smoky light of dawn through the curtains
Coincidences  significant in miracles
The  sweet swollen eyes up with stares
In the end laid side by side
Breakfast in bed one of your fourth  Sundays



Dirt paths  in nearby villages gone
Gave away yams , rice and old clothes
Closed eyes  straddling languorously
At first then , forcefully
The sudden thought something must be wrong.