Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Beautiful Nonsense by Nqobizitha Nkatha Ncube

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We kept dancing long after the music had stopped
while all receded to seat
we danced and swayed like drunk weeds to a noteless melody 

strummed by the hands of love
a dance of souls entwined that makes music the fool
a dance where all you do is stare, stoke and breathe deep

I’m in love with the beautiful nonsense we do
the slow dance that always fades to a messy steppy toes
or to the sad bump of noses

I’m in love with the beautiful mess we are!
The pathetic potbellies that bump and collide…
How cupid mourns at the nonsense we call 'us'

I’m in love with the mess she is
kinda heavy is my girl
but with every crease and wrinkle comes the profound truth
that love is not just an intense fondness
but a sick thrill in embracing the nonsense in the clumsy kiss

1 comment:


great use of descriptive language