Before you part your tender lips to ask
I want to put your mind to task

First tell me

If the Sun would ever rise from the West and set in the East
If a funeral could turn out as interesting as a
wedding feast?
If stars would ever stop twinkling and delegate the moon.
And flowers be treasured if they abandoned
their bloom.

First tell me

Whether the heart would ever ask for a salary
increment or rest
And an audience in the theatre mourn at the
jest
If the road would ever ask from pedestrians
transport fare
If "U " and "I" apart even in the Alphabet
seems fair

First tell me

Whether romance would have meaning if we
didn't have each other
If Oceans would exist incase Springs and Rivers
didn't stretch further
If the Red Wine would have a description
besides your kiss
If the Art of humanity would make sense
without the masterpiece?

First tell me

Which ballad would sell if an Angel like you
wasn't born?
What else besides your rosy smile would
describe the dawn?
If dreams would be worth pursuing without
you
What else is worth waking to view like morning dew?
If poems would survive the glacier of time
Without the worthwhile candy taste of rhyme

I wanted to change
But not for good
I wanted to be smarter
Don't know if I could
I wanted all the power
There's none that agreed
Every moment every hour, you're all I see
I wanted you to be there through the days I need you most
I wanted you to hold my hand, I rage, I scream, I boast
I wanted them to fade away so I'm all who you see.
I wish that I was made for you, cause you were made for me.

The snow is falling to the ground,
Kind of like it is falling in love
Not knowing that when it hits the earth it will definitely melt
Well darling, melt me. Let me seep into your skin sending shivers down that ridged spine and know I want you to be all mine. Cover every inch of you with ephemeral loving. I'll make you forget all warmth and then I want to be your summer. Yes. Both passion and pain... And it is so so much

Yes-
You walked into this
knowing that
you would get burned.

But still you touched
with already blistered,
and charcoaled hands
because
once
is never enough
for children to truly comprehend
the lessons
their mothers taught
them

Don’t play with fire sweetheart
for your heart will turn into
ash
once
her
ambers
go out.

You choked on the heat
of your desires
after they went up in flames,
setting your insides ablaze
and of course
with help always arriving
a second too late-
who could
save you
from the firestorm
that had just
erupted
in the shallows
of
your mind?

So don’t play with fire sweetheart,
because you will get burned.

The smoke will
char your lungs,
leaving
you panicked
for release.

And lust will do that-

It will
set alight
everything it touches
destroying
anything unwanted,
that even dares
to stand in its way.

Arson is a crime.


By: Lulwama Kuto Mulalu