Cold as ice

Snowflakes fall effortlessly down
Mother nature’s quiet ice upon my back
Making believe the bitter cold is something else
She has taught me that most days things are best left unspoken.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.

His religion

Elbows that show the tenderness of her heart
She holds onto something that he can not buy
Truly devastating that it still will not be him
For he must use his own door to heaven.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.

Paying for cities to burn

Carrying busy grocery bags
In the middle of the dark city
Muttering I’m sure I will eat this
While cities are burning
To buy the sun.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.

To love a strong woman

Abruptly he turned away in panic
As though she had come to dethrone him
Swore never to look into her eyes again
He could not bear losing her love
But it was already too late
Love had begun.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.