New winter believers

A Light feathery dance
Snowflakes settle neatly
And cold one after the other
White wilderness arouses suspicion
Life muffled to somewhere else.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

Liquid sunshine

A hot bowl of butter nut soup
Liquid sunshine in her belly
Keeping her own codes of love
Summer is a small fortune away.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

The Sounds of love

Atoms alarms and lizard links
Sacred spirits with breathing hearts
When even grief itself is losing its grip
And humiliation has lost my name
Only time has all the time in the world
While my memories carve my place
Warnings may not sound like love
Love may sound like warnings.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

Winter thrills

Inside the belly of the dark city
She sprinted into the wet icy night
Until her throat and chest burned
To catch the warm fire of life.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

Will you put down your weapon first

She winces as he mashes the food on his plate
Salty gravy oozing between his dark fingers
She wonders how to turn this into a documentary
And misses the tender textures of love.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

We grow up landless

I finally placed my mat upon the ground
And set my feet at the tip of its tongue to ask you
Who keeps telling you that my happiness threatens your own
When love is here without favourable position
It was here before any land on earth was ever promised
And it will be here long after.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.