RITUALS

Listening to the sound of silence
enchanted by the thick weight
of a subsuming darkness

when you stood still and then danced bare
on the sandy lakeshores of Nam Lolwe
(and no
you are not a strip tease artist)

i couldn't step into
these silences you created for me

is there victory in stillness
and conquest in defeat

and why are you on fire?
again?

 © June 2013

CARNIVORE

If you were a favourite diner
would you carry me in your menu

if a bird you were to be
would you let i ride
underneath those your furry wings
to that place so eternal

so if you were a maissonette
would you let me sit on this your patio
my bare butts in celebrated communion
or will you let me lay prostrate
on these your concrete haunches

and if a river you became
would you let my hardy canoe slip slide and slither
through your untested clefts
sliding and slipping through the soft rocks
of your riverine walls

would you let me emerge victorius
on the other side of this one way tunnel?

but you are a volcano
dormant and active at the same go
only erupting at the right touch

boom-didi-boom!

© June 2013