MUSA GIFT MASOMBUKA

MUSA GIFT MASOMBUKA

FATHERLESS ME MOTHERLESS I. (PART 2.)

In my mind it pricks,

and lingers in suspense.

The thought of having parents

remain dumb at the centre of my mind.

Never experienced have I,

the thought and joy of being with them.

My face gnarls an upside down banana

like lightning has stroke me.

Inside me it chokes

and my false hope evokes.

round my eyes it revolves,

the two parents and their children.

It hurts me a beautiful pain,

that I never experienced such.

THIS KISS.

Is a kiss of life,

that brings me light.

It feels so right,

when we kiss so tight.

I don't wanna miss,

those irresistible lips,

of a sunshine bliss.

In my mind it hiss.

I can feel it in miles,

so easily I can smile,

and remember memories for a while,

then alone I will mime.

How this kiss makes me happy.

Then we don't have to make it snappy.

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

Before the eyes of the watchers

our love was a shining star.

We portrayed Romeo and Juliet

like Aladdin and a genie.

Behind closed doors

Windows wore partitions,

as the door befriended a lock

and my clean laundry

was scattered on the mud.

I thought I was the one,

yet yes I was the one

as she said,

turns out I was not the only one.

Like a wolf in a sheep’s clothing

looking like a saint before me

and a prey behind my back,

preying for another animal to suck.

Behind closed doors...

Love was a promising fable to me,

my metaphors and feelings

were lingering in the dark,

for she wolf was a candle in the wind

that shone better at another man’s house.

I was the winner

always scolded the boys to be wieners,

though I was on the opposite side

and she was leaving with another man.

Behind closed doors...

MUSA GIFT MASOMBUKA