After Hell

Brought to my knees
Yet I am still calling out an Earthly name
Whose claims of love I never believed
Even when he stood in the fire with me

Because there is not enough desire
No not in this world
To drink disappointment away

Devastated that you are always thirsty
As God and death wait patiently
For me to leap into love once more

Without a single promise

What is my name.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

Mad pleasures

The tender movement of goosebumps
To the winking awakening of my flesh
The bad itch of I will not surrender yet
Funny how itchy chooses a place

An urgent sensation I never invented
Oh the thrill of mad mad gratification
Madness out in a perfect sneeze yes
For the next irrational swelling.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

Published 02.04.2014

From The Sounds of Love

Warnings may not sound like love
Love may sound like warnings.

Lines from a poem I wrote called “The Sounds of Love”. A few words I leave with you until my next post. Find the complete poem under the theme “Love will wait” on the right hand side. I wish you a strong week.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.