Give me shelter, water, food, pen and paper and my life is complete. All I want is to move my hand…………..to write.
Tired breath exhales,
Vapor escapes
Sweat runs down my face,
Drops off my chin and evaporates
Hits the ground, dissipates.
It is hot, love is hot
Skin rubs, hearts pump,
Flesh in a single cup,
Flesh forever locked,
Flesh locked in love;
This love let it be a crest,
Undisturbed; a token for the rest,
Let us wake in this love’s nest
As flesh of my flesh,
As two souls trapped in the flesh,
Two souls that long to breathe.
By:
Tata Nanje
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