(inspired by a little boy i met at Isipingo taxi rank)

On this precipice,

I stand hopeless,

Looking below,

Already in my body,

Supposing the pain in my bones,

Be with me my beautiful love,

As I fall,

As I give my wings to the black below,

catch me,

if you wish,

catch me,

I am falling,

Summon me before I hit

and if it"s not true

And if it’s not true,

Let me journey to the next horizon in my life

marriage, children, successful vocation & leaving a great legacy

let me dally in the busy-ness for a while

the lens stretches only to the sky

not beyond it…

the vision down here is eternally short.

Fumble

People said something.
About us. It was nice.
You and I though,
Whatever it was,
We let it go asunder.
We just never committed to it.
I interrogate the uncertainty of it,
How could it be so vaguely special?
How come we never said anything?
How come you just let me go? Just ‘carelessly fumble my heart… with your silence? Inspired by Trey Songz' fumble