I too get scared

When the veil of poetic words is removed
All that's left of me is a girl who fears the world as much as you do
Just a girl who wishes you never leave
A kasi girl whose English doesn't always flow,
that girl who sometimes loses her cool and speaks with that rural accent
Who sometimes forgets a word you might deem simple in an interview
A mere girl who has bruised knees that bear witness to her incessant pleas to the heavens to keep you out of harms' way
When all the words flee away from me and all that's left are sounds honouring silence,

all I am just a girl who prays that God conjures within you a soul that will love me amidst all my errs

Pain

Pushed my face against the wall with your untold truth
Always inspiring me to self destruction with your less than usual attention
Interrogating me with oppressive sounds of silence thinking I was oblivious to your sins
Never have you thought the time will come when you will be the one on the other side of the line, when pain will be only thing on the voicemail

© S Phohleli 2012/08/29

The Good Wife

Subtitle:  the 80/20 affections

She stands messed up in my kitchen
Hair wet from all the sweating of her labour
Her bosom hanging for she has no time for the world's sexy woman title
Frets about the next meal
Chicken or beef? she always texts me around 5pm of every week day
Wrinkles bear witness to all her worries
Contemplating on how to share her time between dinner and her offspring's homework
No crease has ever set foot on my garments nor have I ever kissed her goodbye with no lunch on my hand
Umamasekhaya I've named her

Oh my Sunday afternoon delight
How professionally she lays on her bed
Dishes adorning her sink like the makeup on her face
Artistically she parts her lips in sensual conversations
Her legs managed to flee away from her satin covers
Butterflies roaming her room like bees owing to her expensive perfume
My summer time in the midst of winter
I honour her flawless beauty with kisses meant for my wife
I salute her skin with pleasure fated for her who said "I do" at the watch of many
But just before the street lights go on
I embrace her goodbye
Envisioning the bubble bath I know my wife has prepared for me
Umamasekhaya opens the door and embraces me as I walk in
As I break out in gags about the tales of my day
She tirelessly listens
Aware of my all my sexual transgressions
Revealed by the red lipstick on the collars of all my weekend shirts

© S Phohleli 2012/08/29

Virtue

One by one I counted

the coins of my misery

until I realised just how bizarre

it was for someone of your virtue

to still hold me at the crown of their head

like a crown

Love

We stood face to face
under the trance of our breaths
but we were still unable to draw the picture of love with our thoughts

Resentment

Back and forth we go
Trying to defy the truth that now stand before us
The truth that not even the remains of our affections can fend away the resentment that crowds us

Ndlovukazi

You have your head buried in the sand
You have your words of change unreleased
Fearing no one might listen
Trampling on stones of doubt
Emotions of uncertainty
Unaware that you were fated for greatness
You stumble upon victory yet have no power to hold on
For you feel unworthy of such
Unaware that greatness resides in you
Ndlovukazi of change
The pioneer of victory

It's magical how your name carries both I and pieces of you so effortlessly
it’s almost as if nature wanted to keep the traces of our communion alight

Phoebie
Your name sprints to my mind
And I feel nostalgic kinda emotions
As I reminisce back to the times
I must have been 16
When television
Allowed us the time
To dine with Phoebie
In a program
Titled 'Charmed'
That always completed my lazy Sunday afternoon

It is only when I smelt the scent of death

that painful delight

when the angel of life was halfway out the door

that I embraced the gift of life

tirelessly flowing within me

Laying on the bed of the soil

Listening to the sounds of the ocean

that was once your affection

tanned with regrets

as I replay the moments that led

to the bitterness that now choke me

The sun wept a million drops of rain
when we almost became yesterday
the moon stormed out of the night
when thunder became louder than words

Meet Me

Brida

 "Both men and women are extremely vulnerable to the force of sex, because, during sex, pleasure and fear are present in equal measure.

Because anyone who comes into contact with sex knows that they are dealing with something which only happens in all its intensity when they lose control. When we are in bed with someone, we are giving permission to that person to commune not only with our body but also with our whole being.

The pure forces of life are in communication with each other, independent of us, and then we cannot hide who we are.

It doesn't matter what image we have of ourselves. It doesn't matter what disguises we put on, the smart answers or honorable excuses we give. During sex, it's very difficult to deceive the other person, because that is when each person shows who they really are"


Author: Paulo Coehlo

We stand undefined,
without labels,
bearing no tags,
knowing no word is worthy enough
to define what we've become
The_Messy_Kinda_Affection

I would wrestle the sun if that was to lead me nearer to you

The scent of your skin shows me home - my sensual compass

You and me,

caught in a trance of affection

that nothing else matters

but

you and me...

 

We locked lips and the heavens stood still in honour of our fated union

We exchanged bodily fluids, the greatest trade of a life time