Lovers In The Park by Zibusiso Mpofu
Image : https://www.facebook.com/MgciniNyoni They never tangle their feet together Their words start as if to stop Always in low monotones, subdued and silent They always touch briefly In comfort, conversing with the breeze As they sit among the quiet Sunday clouds Their brief touches always set fire to the rapid wind Engaging the sky and its keepers Therein lies pleasure and pain, history First dates, kisses, fights, separations elevations, secrets, nights and affairs Pleasure and pain