The day you meet a woman
you love
you will see why
you made me laugh for no reason,
why I drove in the rain for days
to dry the palms of your hands with my sweat,
why the blackness of your skin
lit my eyes
which were a mirror
to your chocolate sculpture
carved by
taxi rank crowds scampering around you
at rush hour -
just before the rain -
framing you into a portrait of dignity…
You'll see
why drums beat in my chest
and shook me like daisies
whenever your soul
slid towards me
to sip ...
You'll see
why blemishes of my tattooed hands pricked
creases on your forehead
and cupped
my tears below your greying chin,
why death had stopped stalking me
after I had jazzed with you under
our passion-splashed umbrella
and tasted the rain
under our toes -
on cobbled streets at Kippies
on Mirriam Makeba Street…
The day your Black Magic Woman
stumbles through
your Mute. Deaf. Door...
you'll grasp
why you were once my sugar chocolate tree
in a faded world where hearts were not papers.
© Dimakatso A. Sedite 2017
