Lighthouse Cafe

Ah when you sat on my lap
To fetch your feminine grace
Breathless with unburden
How human you could be

Coffee and desperation
Kept our tender resentment
Quiet doubt in each cup of
Tell him that you love him

Mortified by your dreams
I would not believe in you
Not the walls nor the chairs
Could still my chambers

Quivering beneath you
Deciding how to lose you
Looking always for him
But not in a physical form

Lead me not into temptation
Tell him that you love him
Your first and last breath
Betrayal has to smell this

Immigrant song of love
Across the Indian Oceans
When did the levee break
Long before I loved you.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.

Originally posted 30 April 2014