TAKE ME TO CHURCH

TAKE ME TO CHURCH

The rose shall lie on my casket,
A story shall be written,
And a name shall be engraved,
On the tombstone.

I fear for the unknown day,
Death shall come knocking,
Calling,
Beckoning.

I fear for the tasks undone,
The gifts unopened,
And the love locked within,
The clock shall strike midnight,
With no oil in I lamp.

The master shall jam and say,
‘Go away ye unfaithful servant’,
Then shall my soul be doomed,
To weeping, mourning,
And gnashing of teeth.

My pride,
Too bitter to swallow,
Focus-a-blur,
And the time still nears.

I will call unto Him,
For the lamp to guide my feet,
For I know not the day or time,
My flame shall die.

I ADORE YOU

I ADORE YOU

I.
I adore you,
I.
I am silent,
I.
I am afraid,
I.
I wish you knew.

I.
I wish I had the courage,
I.
I wish it was that simple,
I.
I know my eyes see,
I.
I know love is not blind.

I.
I shiver in my own heat,
I.
I curse myself each evening,
I.
I beat my chest each morning,
I.
I succumb to my own feelings.

I.
I admire you,
I.
I again will see you,
I.
I hope I shall tell you,
I.
I adore you.

(c). Mukidi

FIRE OF SHE

Someone knocks in the dark,
At my dreams as I sleep on my ears,
She seldom bends at the door,
Nor wipe her skin sandals,
My door moans at her push,
Pushing me out to prepare for her.

Her shadow tends to dance,
On my simba’s walls,
As she slowly strokes the fire,
Her chest heaves as she swallows my touch,
She walks in the air,
Tearing the thatch apart for moonlight.

The cold outside is too hot for her skin,
She cloths the fire stool with kisses,
And smiles as she makes it warm,
The crickets roar at the smell of raw smoke,
Her pleasure is of making fire,
My palms slide on the edges of the dark pot.

She is swift to leave,
Sensations itching to be touched,
I hate the tingle of dew in my toes,
The blindness. The warmth. The honey,
The bursts. The ecstacy. The flames,
The lips on the neck ate the fire.

© 2016.

BROKEN BEFORE BIRTH

Its a rainbow-ed sea.

I dart back and forth,
One cook, too much broth.

One, two, thirty-three.

Am tempted to regret,
Am inclined not to fret.

I was blind. I did see.

Memories, flashbacks, thoughts,
Lines, blank spaces, joined dots.

I saw it from afar. The sea.

I did touch. It did stand,
Lost my seat. I lost my stand.

I hate me.

Shackle me. Strangle me,
I ate fruit. The forbidden tree.

Come easy, go easy.

Judge me. Am the case,
I need not your grace.

I undressed with glee.

In nine, a young one comes forth,
Laughing with the burden brought forth.

© 2015.