And the hatred we harbour for those we love.
We will compare suicide notes beneath the stars
And maybe discover why we are still alive.
What is an oasis without a desert? It's a puddle.
Believe we will meet again, someday, someplace,
Here or far, drink, smoke, laugh fuck fuck cuddle,
Clothe you in my nakedness twin child of solace.
Born of similar stripes, once only the night knew
Our true shades, then we had, for a while, each other
And we learnt the skies of night can be blue too.
Goodbye....for now, oh sweet gift of this chapter.
Remember my lips and the passion in their kiss
Until we meet there where there is no darkness.
By Philani Amadeus Nyoni (Zimbabwe)
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