THOKOZILE JAMES
Bring me your suffering In drones of your laborious torment To carry your burdens In parcels like cargo and millstone
Enlighten me From where all aching depletes Squander the indulgence Of curative measure
In this subdued mood I find myself In a constant ebb of itself Grieving for you
It glistened as polished as I left it As his erect penis As it lay perpendicular Affixed to his muscular frame
Penned in ink The paragraphs I drafted in prose and pronouns The paper was blank
Puncture me with the exactitude Of your pristine assemblage Deep within the hollow spaces of my inner cheek
Many like the muted sounds Resonates the empty chatter Of voided vessels
Relieve me As fragments of my painful memory Pierce and press firm against my heart
Then, like the coward he was Disbanded the apex of my cranium Succumbed me to the untimely pendulum Of his clenched fists
She was a muse In the hands of those Who handled her poorly
It occurred to her Moments into her resolve During the eve of her awakening That battles were made of breakable stone
I released him today The trials and tribulations that engulfed me once upon an autumnal gaze
It only took a pen To rewrite the course I spoke in ink In sentences made of tousled hair
Lover my dear May I devour you Without foreplay or warning With the gladsome and enjoyment Of a thousand orgasms
Like unleavened bread He masturbated to the call of her cum on his fingers Folded and molded it Into sculpted concrete
With the blackest of moss I cover you like sheathing To shelter you from the rays That burn you with scars
Crash and burn The candour of your poisonous sores Begrudge the hazard do I carry for you
There came the fiery lough In a cavern not too far away I retreated to the firth of your benign anchorage
I always composed verses in poetry ever since I could conjure the memory of my youth - where the sentences sounded like music and every breath smelled
A risk too ominous to bare With fierce, poetic adventure He leapt in a far-away woodland With imperial reign
He mouthed with consoled tongue A benevolent whisper On the eve of my enrapture To solicit my abundant garden Of untouched flowers
It burned like gunfire In a barrage of fragmented steel In a bombardment of misdeeds
Oh sweet sugar May I dance with you in silence Without rhythm and sound But with the lashing of skin and bone
With just a part of me I welcome you to embark Upon my infinite mystery Of unwritten love letters
