#ThursPoetry is back this week, in partnership with our friends at Gourd of Consciousness, for brand new Zimbabwean original poems.
Wilson Tinotenda Waison, is an intentional renowned poet. Author of Murder Me. Journalist, avid reader and a literature enthusiast.
POEM
Title: JESSICA II
She smelt lavender in her rags
Stupid fashion; she chose the design
Which reveals more than it conceals
Her melanin evokes a sense of belonging longing to touch,
tardily with an embrace
Her curves resemble the slopes
Of mount Inyangane…
She faintly breathes thick air
Like the misty fog of Chimanimani
She is a beauty, coloring my canvas
In her presence I feel deep and weak
Like a limestone oxidized into a sinkhole
She drowns my soul too deep
further than Chirorodziva pools
In her memory!
I feel butterflies soaring my intestines.
A war far alike the German Schlieffen
My emotions burst a Hiroshima blast
Finding comfort in her warm cuddle
She collapses the four walls of my misery
And gives reason to the absurd stretch
Of my twin lips; drawn into a smile
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