When I close my
eyes
there are pink-grey
lights
and soft, glittering
stars
that shift as sunlight
trickles in.
When I breathe your
skin
there is coffee
warmth
and gentle, chocolate
pulse
that signals as life
washes by.
Sometimes, when the moonshine fades from the night, I find myself glowing softly – the only source of light And in this between time,...
Lightning races its way across the sky’s canvas, dodging and ducking like a tsotsi accelerating from the cops. Traffic snakes and winds...
You say numbers I see colours He says months You see shapes She plays music I taste flavours We tell stories You hear accusations We...
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