Oi Mugabe!
I have something to say...

Strong senses stroke
in spirituous splendor...

Fascination in femininity's frame
with womanlike wonder in tender veins...

Cider salaries
suppressed to redress...

Adoration's luck shines in
admirable eyes, defining belief...

Whispers swish to sway
and melt, as pain rescinds...

Alone here at dusk as swallows migrate,
And the night sky is all mottled in red...

No false attire or missed preconceptions,
Judgement acquired by fair means, at no cost...

Whispers dance softly on the breeze,
Silence hangs amid songs of hope...

Waiting for romance to again begin,
to live inside the heart I adore...

A summers day. Images piercing my soul.
A child of a very young age, confusion...

Decisions set in
concrete clouds...