Poetic Text: You

On warm summer nights 

I think about you
Want you in between each of my breaths
Fancifully we saunter, in splendour, in love

On warm Sunday nights
I get to live in your arms
In my wildest imaginings you never leave
And although you always do
I understand you
And i pray you understand me

Through the bitterness of Monday
You lie elsewhere
I always want you
But most times you want her
You want her all throughout the cold nights
You want her
And all I get are warm summer nights… With you 

Poetic Text: Always, everyday Pt 1

I haven’t really written anything in the past while and I don’t know if maybe that’s the reason I’ve been feeling so devastated by the state of my life right now or visa versa. I did however sit at home, sick, on Tuesday and pulled out a pencil and a note pad, the results were something long and I’m not even sure what to call it.
In attempts to keep the two loyal readers of this blog, I am going to put up in about 4 sections once a week (trying not to overwhelm anyone with the random ramblings of a partially delusional woman) the scribblings from Tuesday.
Here’s the first bit.  I’ve called it “Always, Everyday” and for the purposes of this blog I shall call it a poem.  Hope you like it.

Your absence is cruel and unusual punishment
As though God were upset with me for having forgotten to say my morning prayers
I die…
Always, everyday
I don’t see you
I cry…
Always, everyday
I don’t feel you think of me

I’m falling
Always, everyday
with every sound you make
Step you take
the smell of your breath
The feel of your face
The slightly awkward obsession you have with Kwaito music
Always, everyday
I’m giddy, goofy and giggly
It’s the bite
the little bits of you that fall off
sit easy amongst my many me’s
and build a fire to keep the both of us warm 

Poetic Text: My Business

My business is complex
long winding stealth
crevassed in places untold
gorged and crannied
you would never fully understand

My business is intricate
multipart and composite
it walks and breaths airs of mystery
deep and sordid
lies telling life
that’s my business

My business is convoluted
in tiny pockets, adventure aplenty
Between the thighs of a joyous fate
lives the many myriads of my trade
within my whims and fancies
I am more than a one dimensional being

My business is mine
a secret so close to my bosom
the only way in lives in…
cracks, clefts, holes, splits and hollows
that promise never to allow no one
not even you inside it
you would never fully grasp the sophistication of my business
so mind yours and I’ll do the same