shadowdance
tall slim dark bodies
moving
snakelike
next to the fire
frihtened
Quivering
full of lust
am I
where am I going ?
what am I doing ?
in this night
full of promises, scaring unfamiliar movements
sweat and deep breaths
drums take me far
further than I promised my mother to go...
the sweet taste of
maize and papaya
his deep kiss
spicy from piri-piri
and hot chibuku
afterwards
on the road again
thousand miles away
the spruce-forest darkgreen
calming my senses
the sudden
touch of his ancestors
strong voices/mild voices
tremble in the windings of my ear
i am finally given the answer
Hi Tina ! I remember this one. From Zimbabwe right ? Whats up ? Hope you are doing well. :-) Keep in touch !
SvaraRaderaHi there, I am doing well. Nice to see you ! Yes, the poem is from old Zim.
SvaraRadera