Tell them what I did to you…
both judge and jury
Petals of your innocence
a witness to the floor.
Tiles on that fall of Spring in leaves-
pages of life rewritten
in the absence of the presence-
a blossom, au naturel like the
naked features of your face…
Doors closed in open spaces.
Take off your shoes,
tonight we set footprints
in seconds too short to remember-yet experienced
so long and lasting…
taste but do not savor instructions-
that good kind of bad, amber October.
Cracking and hissing firewood, a melting pot
of passion pulsing on her wrist-
Tired pleasure, hanging on that last moment
the promise of a tattoo.
Warm laughs like the oven of sunset…
let me Watch the coals in your eyes,
that lava-manna from the heaven below the 7th
A poem by a young Zimbabwean writer who goes by the pen name Adonis Young.
A stumbling block hard as a rock
Go to the left, it leftens
Go to the right, it rightens
Climb, it heightens
Go underneath, it deepens
Just a matter of two steps
A thirsty walk on the road
Water just two steps ahead
Two steps towards, it moves two steps away
Is this a case of fate postponed?
Or far too close?
The last two stanzas from Tswana poet Morongwa Matsau’s poem “Far Too Close”.