bursts of orange

A high pedestal, a favoured cause. Here lay wreathes of twisted lashes And warm brown irises Irises blinded to the gap in your hem The garnet offerings I held run across the floor Fiery amber curves and smalls, Dips and tips A pairing hides in the gap of that robe It sways about my face This draping of love Adorned in prayer beads and childish dreams To touch it! Press it against my chest And watch them heave in tandem Breathe for breath, Rise for rise I reach, Seeking escaped offerings Only for my finger tips to be trapped in that gap Pulling free I release you A fallen god with feet of clay

The brown sky fissured and salty warm misery fell. As fire light on hearthstones No deep streaks were made No stick figures in the sand No moisture fanning in the dryness A weeping of the spirit leaves no markings No trail to its cause A weeping of the spirit turns your heart inside out, with nary a skipped beat in its wake

For Sindiswa Weighed down by coloured crystals… Wing deep in blushing paint… Flutter, flutter, flutter Do you see her now? There. Gliding low with patterned brilliance… Trailing by with inky mirth… Flutter, flutter, flutter Do you see her now? There! Perched still in floral splendor… Cushioned softly in scented notes… Flutter, flutter, flutter Can you see her now? THERE!