LAST FRIDAY. A RITUAL

Friday; bolognese, candles, fudge. Kisses... Darkness.   

But it wasn’t a hollow, stale, heavy kind of darkness.

It was that kind of darkness that envelopes you, the kind that is atmosphered by the lingering tastes of good food.

PURE, UNADULTERATED LOVE

You will never be able to comprehend the hold that you have on my heart.

You have always recognised my potential for the future, even from the very start.

Your eyes mirror my dreams, my nightmares; they pour tears for my failures and they are shiny with mist for my victories.

NO ROOM HERE

I. Feel. Bad.

Last night, Kofi Asamoah asked me to marry him; and I said no.

Last week, Kofi Asamoah took me shopping and now my wardrobe is a dam, bursting with colourful waterfalls.

Last month, Kofi Asamoah drew a kiss on my lips, while he entrenched a key into my sweaty palm.
And now my arms jiggle and my stomach bulges with milky flesh, afterall, I hardly walk anymore.

LAST FRIDAY

Friday; bolognese, candles, fudge. Kisses... Darkness.

THE HONEY POT

Amina soaps up her breasts, her thighs and her derriere.
Amina squats and washes her honey pot; it doesn't produce much honey these days.

AIR PAINTING

Today, I awoke with a song imprinted upon my heart...

And the cold stone tablets of my heated brain were emblazoned with the most awesome combination of words, which I HAD and HAVE ever encountered!

Oh, these Words!
Words that spun and breathed a heat as torturous as His pillar of fire in the land of Egypt.
And yet, they were words that wielded the tranquil power of 10,000 oceans.

DRIZZLE

Touch me. The dew of your caressing-finger-tips glazes the small of my back. You lay it on, thick as cold honey and smooth as warm liquid-milk-choco-late. Then the inner me journeys to realms of fire and ice, stone and lava...

TO LOVE... SHATTERED

I had oft than not spent my time with myself.

I was self-absorbed and self-indulgent.

I had not the time of day for anything or anyone-

lest that "thing" or that "one" be able to aid me in my own "self" activities...

And my heart was encased in glass and crystal.

To Forsaken love…Fairytale

I once walked upon a red carpet.
I was surrounded by pink, yellow, blue, red... A garden of flowers.
And adorning my neck was a piece of diamonds and rubies and gold.
My hair was coloured with the most delicate of water lilies; white to signify purity and happiness.

To Zane… Born of A Wave of Emotion

Light that candle, my love...For it is only when you do, that you shall be able to decipher, ever so clearly, just how luminous our love becomes when it is ignited:
Tis rather strange.
I awoke this morning with a distinct yearning for you;
With an inexplicable intoxication of my senses - you were there.
Yet, you were not there.
I was confused.
So, born of a wave of intense emotion