AN EXCEPRT FROM A POEM THROUGH A TOUGH YEAR
By Linathi Mabindisa
The shuffle of your feet sounds like the
Last whisper of a lover
Who is going to war never to return
And with that, I cling to my bed sheets for
Dear life and
I dampen them with my salty teardrops
That preserve the moments of relived
Human-kindness embroidered into my very soul.
You see, every time you leave, I keep a
Redemptive peace of your humanness
To store in my jar of love yet to be requited.
I know that deep down somewhere
Beneath all your raw lust is a twinkle of care
That keeps you coming back for who I
Rally am and not just your desire to
Explore the nether side of my equator.
So next time I unchain the door to let you in,
I silently pray that link by link,
I unchain what is left of your loving heart.
Look me in the eye as though you lost a
Lucky coin in there
And see nothing more than a treasure
Deep in the Mohorovicic discontinuity of
My very secret soul.