I wait on a little island Marooned in the sea of traffic The grey sky broadcasts sweet outcomes To the farmer in me But the lack of an umbrella Makes my mind jittery I'm vulnerable in my suit, tie and all If the sky should burst open its floodgates Where will I find shelter, with my laptop and phone? Hurry Mr. Driver Spur on that staff bus!
Glenarah and Robert Mugabe roads intersection in Harare
Just seconds before the door slammed, I truly thought I'd appreciate quiet.
But now the empty air constructs barriers so claustrophobic that my limbs won't twitch -
A single carpenter ant skitters across the floor before my grass-stained mesh sneaker, as if called from the slimy couch shadows on cue.
And then another.
(Note: The poet is self-conscious enough that he needs to say : "The following should be horrible writing, but after hours of thought I couldn't think of a better phrase to express our ill-fated protagonists' malice towards these insectile invaders than": )
I hate them.
I told (The One Who Escapes) on Monday that I'd handle the infestation.
Every time I saw an ant crawling after that- I felt a swarm of mandibles tear at my brain tissue
and a burning in my intestines courtesy of burrowing.
A feeling that's amplified ad nauseam by current cacophonous quiet.
(The One Who Escapes) bursts back through the door, gasping for breath and blabbering with darting eyes about:
Her love is urgent Coming quick, Reaching out with both arms extended. Her love close to my heart, Our feet no longer stray, The result of prayers made on both knees. Her arms give more than take Finding their way inside mine. Providing a warmth awaken by the tick of hearts. Her love urgent, Time assent. My nose lost in the scent of her neck, My arms tight around her. I don't want to go. Tomorrow a world away. I don't want to wait Her love close Pressed tight, Just beneath her chest. Each throb in the palm of my hand Reaching out with both arms extended. I don't want to go. My hands no longer by my side. Her love ever more urgent My love waiting my whole life for her.
She kissed me unexpectedly. Her lips softly pressed against mine. My lips fully convinced, my thoughts of her. My hands wanting to wrap around her back. The look before her eyes closed & pressed her lips to mine. I haven't been able to think of anything else. Her admirer no longer secret, The look in her eyes, revealing everything I tried to hide. The look of urgency; The anticipation of a rushing heart. Her lips a world I only dreamed & I helpless to the way she tasted. The best things happening at the most unexpected moments. Her shoulders relaxed in the moment. Her lips pressed against mine in comfort. Unknowingly whispering the moment is ours. My eyes close & I am a million miles from where I stood. Her jawline stretched toward mine. Revealing everything I tried to hide. My hands wanting to wrap around her back. The best things happening at the most unexpected moments. Moments that pass quickly in the blink of an eye
It takes alot Loving you in these shoes. It isn't horrible. The way they fit. The way they look. Loving you in these shoes of mine. It doesn't take much effort. To slide my feet in. Tie them, before a single step is taken. Knowing all that goes unseen. The padding & cushioning. The flex of each step, The urgency of how I long. Revealing how much I've thought of you. The many steps and puddles these shoes have walked. They aren't waterproof. They aren't well protected from wear & tear. Loving you in these shoes of mine. They are far from dress shoes, Not even close to casual shoes. They aren't the type of brand shoe everyone is in line to buy. Stacy Adams, Adidas, Jordan. Loving you in these shoes, No one knows where to find them. How many times they've come loose. How many times the cushion has been replaced. Loving you in these shoes of mine. Knowing you've checked the tags of the name brand shoes. The appeal of readily available colors
She always had a knack for catching me off guard. To expect the unexpected. My heart a doorbell- Expectation the mat she stood. Sometimes she'd wait patiently. Other times she'd constantly press the button. A sudden nudge of emotion, The appeal of urgency Knowing that not many will wait. Her smile sent special delivery, Opened on arrival. She never came when I expected. Often checking before she rang. My lips sealed In suspense of waiting. Better late than never. My heart rung last minute. Pressed again and again. Again and again.- Indulged that she came My lips sealed at the nook of hers. My heart a doorbell- Pressed in anticipation. Met quickly in arrival. Her finger against my heart a courtesy The whole time the door unlocked Waiting for her return
Here is a response I must give but cannot give to whom must receive it. You feed the need. A yawning dark and deep emptiness that lies within. devouring everything it touches dragging to its depths an eternity of punishing hunger, wild and intense gnawing away at the fabric of my mind, an emptiness that desires you your presence,your warmth, your smell, your very soul. to placate, to fill I crave for you. a yearning so maddening, it is frightening But even as you fill, you increase the emptiness. crazed and rabid, I desire you still. an ache as tangible as it is visceral as painful as it sooths as though I am caught in a fevered dream tell me my perception from your reality you feed the need, even as you cause the hunger still.