Bring me your hands,
so that I can feel
all the places you have touched.
Look at me,
so that I can drown
in your many questions.
Kiss me,
so that I can fly
for a moment without doubt.
Walk with me,
so that the earth can remember
the freedom of our feet.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
The calling
The calling.
The culling.
The gull wing.
This cold feeling.
The cool ring.
The cruel thing.
Not a good thing.
The crow thinks.
This grows wings.
Mean cold tricks.
Me and you are chicks.
Feel my bum cheeks.
What does he think?
I want to be his.
No more flings.
On the gull wings.
The culling.
The gull wing.
This cold feeling.
The cool ring.
The cruel thing.
Not a good thing.
The crow thinks.
This grows wings.
Mean cold tricks.
Me and you are chicks.
Feel my bum cheeks.
What does he think?
I want to be his.
No more flings.
On the gull wings.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Verwagtinge
laat nag ligte
vat aan my ribbes
die bloudruk van jou hande
wetenloos bekend.
nanag dou
weerkaats in jou oe
die betekenis van gister
weerloos vervreemd.
haar winters
pas jou soos klere
my naam op jou lippe
woordeloos ontken.
droef gebeentes
omwentel jou vrees
my borste soos planete
roekeloos verken.
'n enkele ligstraal
onwetend alleen
die wag vir more
genadeloos verleng.
jy is 'n berg
wat niemand kan roep nie.
vat aan my ribbes
die bloudruk van jou hande
wetenloos bekend.
nanag dou
weerkaats in jou oe
die betekenis van gister
weerloos vervreemd.
haar winters
pas jou soos klere
my naam op jou lippe
woordeloos ontken.
droef gebeentes
omwentel jou vrees
my borste soos planete
roekeloos verken.
'n enkele ligstraal
onwetend alleen
die wag vir more
genadeloos verleng.
jy is 'n berg
wat niemand kan roep nie.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Karoo
'n Mens kan verdrink in die Karoo se see.
Daar is geen lewensredders of jetskis nie.
Ek het nog altyd geweet dat die klop van my hart beter sing tussen die gras golwe.
Selfs die wurms weet dit.
Die Karoo se see het sade in my hart geplant.
Daar is geen lewensredders of jetskis nie.
Ek het nog altyd geweet dat die klop van my hart beter sing tussen die gras golwe.
Selfs die wurms weet dit.
Die Karoo se see het sade in my hart geplant.
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