Poetry Bulawayo

When you're gone with the wind And your footfalls have become silence I'll savour the last touch of your hand Should the miracle of your smile evade me I'll keep the warmth of your breath For the winter nights As your silhouette fades into the distance I'll remember the look in your eyes And the music of your heart beating When your laughter has trailed off When echoes of your voice can't reach me I'll sing the songs that your presence wrote in my heart To tell the world That though you be gone You are not forgotten

  Image - http://www.jayblessed.com One is young and foolish, one wild and free, one is married and single And the other, is cold and dead Those other black boys whom no one will ever comprehend They burn with strange passion for each other Whimsical, dreamy boys, no different from each other but all the same...strange One is young and foolish, one wild and free, one is married and single  And the other, is cold and dead He dreams of strong male lover With a mind of ancients  One that will tug at the fragile fabrics of his unbroken heart That kind of lover who loves to love to love, wandering the dreamy spaces of the mind While slowly tugging at his finger tips on a jazzy summer night He is young and foolish, he has priest for a father The other is pink profound Walks around with feathers in his heart And a story that speaks a million tongues He's has an iridescent male lover, never cared for the musings of other folk He rides ...