Sunday, March 23, 2014

El fuego y el frío

You are
Like the scent of summer rain,
Like tears stinging my eyes.
Dry, cracked lips whisper
Into the empty silence,
"Set me free."
You who are my truth,
You who are the dull ache
In my head,
And the soft thud 
Of my heart,
Just like the rain, 
Cool on my skin,
Like smoldering coals
Under my feet,
You are hot and cold.
You are yes' s and no's,
Stops and go's.
Trace your fingertips along the scars
On my body and they all lead back
To you.

© Sandisile Tshuma 2014