I can hardly breathe for the love
When light makes our skin so real
Scars and marks I won’t recognise
I have no want to join such details
Many tones of blue before dawn
The colouring of regret and hope
Blue ink drenched all the surfaces
To soften the stretch marks of life
Curling up into this our ordinary
I can now smell the quiet of you
Hearing that love can’t get closer
For love is sleeping outside of me
Your skin now glowing blue milk
I do forgive you, I do forgive you
I reach out to celebrate your body
Make you witness your choices.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
Originally posted 22 May 2014.
Summer break. Wishing you peace.
powerful!
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Thank you Noel. Refreshing indeed to hear.
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So beautiful ! You’re such a talent ! Wow !
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Thank you, I appreciate that. 🙂
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So beautiful!
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Thank you Lady Fi. 🙂
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Your poems are simply put, works of art.
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Thank you Kelly. I love your bold statement. Enjoy the rest of your week. 🙂
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What a wonderfully evocative piece. Just visiting after you kindly called by on my blog. I will certainly enjoy following your blog journey. 🙂
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Why thank you. I appreciate your support. I am certainly curious about what you are up to at your blog. 🙂
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Thanks again! The blogosphere is full of interesting places and I am very glad to have found a new place to visit.
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Indeed. I especially love the blogs that are good for my soul. 🙂
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I absolutely agree with you there. 🙂
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🙂
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When the new day is quietly waiting to expand. It is good to hear from you. How are you doing Leigh? 🙂
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