LADY ON TOP

From her past

Lithe and lean

Been on top

Keen on top

Crouching

With emotion

Working her love

Enjoying

The toying

The rocking

The buoying

Of buckling strokes

To meat him

Releasing

His past

Into her future

THE THROWAWAY GIRL

Throwaway girl

Thanks for the twirl

Needed the hit

To keep me fit

But

Bit by Bit

The outie tribe

Encroaches

Mimicking the vibe

Of how to live

Of how to give

And take

In the new KZN

The new reality

Of god’s creatures

Vulturing

Values of past priests

Plagued by sin

Another in

Another frought reality

Dyed

By upbringing

Baked in the rust

Thrust into the glare 
of the future

Give me love

Throwaway girl

The tribe is to blame

Its name is the frame

Its afterlife

the game

Throwaway girl

Make me the same

SIZE MATTERS

HEY MY SIZE !!!

She is my size.

What can I say...

The right size . .

A perfect fit.

My prize.

NO LIES.

The missing peace

is found     

( PRIVATE POEM )

Cally came with the Jasmine..

When my wounds had closed.

No warning

From the moving Earth

Just there with the need

To feed

Mine.

How kind the Fates

In concert are.

How soft is life.

2 years

------- two years now ------

The bones must be

Nearly all that is left.

Perhaps some tough sinew still

Holding out

Holding on

Clinging to the dust -----

Waiting for me...

To get better