The Warm Fruit
The Warm Fruit
a non-linear tale of a child of Africa

Choose Wisely

Mine

See, while I wasn’t searching,
you had taken your hand in mine
—and decided to take your time
winding paths through my visions
of night and day
You had found a way
to make yourself mine


Looking

You came looking for love
        but love was gone
it walked out the door
before you could say
                           - no


revolutionary love

 

 

November

And when he signed it,
he said
           "Yours in Love and Land."


 

Somewhere in November
or October
as the leaves fell,
she had walked in
with more confidence
than I muster some days

Sitting by my side
we traveled
the pieces of this place
as she stole my soul
telling the story of me
and adding to the story of her

Living beyond words
beyond spaces
replicas
of the persons and places
we had been

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