I wrote these poems for a dear friend whose...
Hey, don't label me...
They were united
before the world split to two...
the sounds are getting louder
and the wick is losing its fire...
you
won’t...
My Mhamo is beautiful,
her eyes sparkle...
Being in love is hard,
more complicated I should say...
Misfortunes will become fine artwork
and time a slab to display...
And she whispered-
Dare I walk around...
Orange blossom showers
On organza silk...
What has become of me
is a woman dealing with allergies...
Two hands covered in multi paint
sliding around the edges...
My big red button
is bigger than your button...