to caramel delights under your desk.
The touches in hidden places hurried,
one-eyed kisses never lingering:
the harangue of sleepless nights .
You say time, like hearts have hands
to hold their breath for an hour and a half
of Freud's id.
The tick of corridor conversation in Morse code.
Da Vinci wall posts no comments.Time, you say: You and noone else likes this.
Afrodisia
nubile slyphe of myriad graces,
I suffocate at your hand, am unfriended
by time.
I wrestle my super-ego in Tyson bouts ,
Tyson bites to gossip's ears dear you fear
her tongue lashes of hostel idleness,
the harangue of your sleepless nights
The allure of a silken touch to parted thighs
caramel kisses in dark alleys, one eyed
On the look out for that shooting star
When we no longer have to lie about us:
My wish.the harangue of sleepless nights .
You say time, like hearts have hands
to hold their breath for an hour and a half
of Freud's id.
The tick of corridor conversation in Morse code.
Da Vinci wall posts no comments.Time, you say: You and noone else likes this.
Afrodisia
nubile slyphe of myriad graces,
I suffocate at your hand, am unfriended
by time.
I wrestle my super-ego in Tyson bouts ,
Tyson bites to gossip's ears dear you fear
her tongue lashes of hostel idleness,
the harangue of your sleepless nights
The allure of a silken touch to parted thighs
caramel kisses in dark alleys, one eyed
On the look out for that shooting star
When we no longer have to lie about us:
By Mncedisi Malinga (Zimbabwe)
picture source:madamenoire.com
beautiful poetry
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