For far too long
               we believed our skin had scars,
Walking naked
                 Only to hear the society's broken interpretation of deviants and devotion.

Dooomed....

I want to remember you,
To recall your tiny fingers I left with no ring attached,
To recall your smile and your soft light skin.

I was to turn an Island
Lonely and only waiting for a hurricane of flashbacks.

I have inked your name in my heart,
Please tell me we will meet again,
Somewhere in the future, Masego.

It all started at our first Anniversary celebration
Then we built burning empires with our lips
We tattooed venomous love bites in our skin,
With Jokes cracking a womb till it tuned a cradle,
Nine months later babies fell from the sky (baby shower).

But our love story starts with folded fist painted on my face,
I can still see the folded fists holding roses with a ring on one finger.
Let’s raise the rose and our story will sculptor itself.