Sikiliza

Here I am... with unsung songs, unspoken truths untouched caresses, un-captured images, all running through my mind. This is me... waiting, breathing, feeling craving, tingling, hurting and all the body sensations that come with it. This is us... in that space we built with our names, forged in ink our cornerstone is love  The mortar are our memories and the relics of this love are etched solidly in my soul   to take me into my next life. And so this very moment and space, I carve out and dedicate to only you My love I shout out for the whole world to know. Here I am, this is me, this is you, this is us. This is love. No longer, unspoken.

Sleep is taking over My mind slowly ebbs towards that haze space.... This is the moment I have been waiting for all day When my life and dreams fuse into one  f antasy magical world. That paradise where I can be and do as I please...   So where will my dreams take me tonight? To fly and soar in the weightless sky? To the shores of my favourite spot by the lakeshore To that spot on the hilltop I love to sit and look down To a place that is a vastness of peace and silence   An escape from the drudgery of realness Bring these dreams of mine to life Do not rouse me from my escape I pray I never loose my gift to dream, it is my escape.   So long...my journey begins..

My word, it is very cold in Nairobi lately…. As I slink into the warmth of my blankets I am at a place in life when I wonder, when did I actually start feeling this cold? Almost 25 years ago I managed to do more than getting by in boarding school in one of Kenya’s wet, cloudy and coldest towns Limuru with an altitude of over 2,500 metres…I mean it was pretty routine for daily cold bucket baths, zero visibility fog days, lots of schoolmates used to warmer climates ambling about with frost bitten toes and fingers…and those what-nots that did not bother me much… Currently, I have a warm comforter in every room except the bathroom. We walk around wrapped with shukas, in warm woolly socks in the house….I have even taken to wrapping myself in a fleece blanket before sinking in the cold sheets in bed…. This is rather serious considering I have always had a strong resilience to cold. I was that person who could jump, dive or walk into in an icy swimming pool no matter what; or r...

My love, I am beginning to think that the idea  I had of not knowing how to dance is all in my mind… How else can I explain the flawless rhythm of our lovemaking? When my pulse and your heart beat is in sync... And how my heart skips at simply the sight of you… When you embrace me close and how I enjoy rubbing against you… Writhing and entwining in and around each other Never missing a beat, Wordless; This dance of ours is nothing short of a miracle. But I also need to ask who invented kisses; Because I suspect you had something to do with this How else can I explain the near perfection that are your kisses The kind of kiss that stills the time All I can do is…breathe My love when your lips connect with mine it is incredible… I mentally remind myself to keep my eyes open the next time As soon as you reach towards me The anticipation of delicious sensations Send my eyes shut tight, feelings like this can only be p rocess...