Sikiliza

the closing gap of pen on paper,  words slowly shape and form  beginning to take certain meaning. thoughts pour generously dripping and dribbling into sense or non-sense  it all depends on how open we are  to discovery of life miracles and mysteries. Life beckons us to take our seats  at the place secrets are revealed   and if one blinks they may miss its lesson… as it invites us to acknowledge, observe  bear witness to three precious gifts  we often disregard in our existence… Gifts of MEMORY   - bearing vast imprints and inheritance from our ancestors  Gift of WAKEFULNESS   - brings awareness of opportunities that lie in the present moment Gift of IMAGINATION  - formless futures not yet manifested and ease to detach letting them go…

We always met under the muratina tree And spoke for hours on end... Those were the moments my heart body and soul were captured by her spell She mesmerises me still many moons later  Not sure what was more intoxicating ... Her voice, her presence, the tender way she is with me....  Or the thoughts of the joyful brew we from the  Dropped fruit sweetness that shrouds its potency.... Both have my head spinning and my smile plastered on my face this festive season.... To being merry with love a good swig of muratina...

I am just sitting here listening to the putter of the rain outside I think of the distance between us and try to remember, you and your smile. When I am with you I think of how you are part of many transitions In my body, my mind and my heart.... All of them turn me on way bright Everything of mine is putty in your arms… Touching or connecting with you energizes me You recharge every cell in my being. You restore me You heal me You fill me You make me whole Your love, your memories your dreams Envelop me so wonderfully and then; I am filled with your you-ness. Pinning you on the pillows as I kiss you is exhilarating... I can feel you giving yourself to me Opening, letting go.... Its such a precious feeling Holding all your vulnerability in my hands I never ever want to let you or this go... You are my muse My obsession My everything-ness. I love watching you, touching, bumping into you, rubbing off on you,  talking to you, smelling you lis...

Let me whisper in your ear my deep devotion of the irresistible sexy dark skin you embody… Gliding along that smooth dark beautifully flawed skin filled with passion, scars and secrets… It looks tastes and feels like wild decadence of rich dark molten delectable chocolate … This silk that is your skin glows and is warm to the touch - giving rise to these deliciously pleasurable stirrings inside me… One black womxn loving womxn to another, your skin is an intoxicatingly beautiful escape and I long to loose myself in it. I love it deeply as I love you.

things are THINGS and I like things I cannot tell a lie but I don't LOVE things. THINGS are things which keep me warm and dry but I don't stay up THINKING of things. THINGS are things c o l o u r f u l  bright and elicit smiles that lift my lips but don’t TOUCH my soul. THINGS are things that house me and my things for perceived safety but don’t CONFRONT my fears. THINGS are things that bridge the gaps of life and lifelessness but do not breathe PASSION into me. These THINGS are things, just things aiding my existence but do not STIR my essence. They are just THINGS.... things I need but do not DESIRE. They are THINGS... things I crave for but they not SUSTAIN me. They are THINGS... things I aspire for but draw me little PLEASURE   They are just THINGS... things I have but do not keep me up DREAMING , WANTING , CREATING , WISHING , ACHING , LONGING , LOVING ... LOVE . THINGS, just THINGS these are...

self portrait - some Sunday, 2017 I just realised today how immeasurable time is. There is simply never enough time it seems to exhaustively say or do something anything right these days really.... I feel like life has whizzed past and there have been many vivid moments I recall, but on the whole it is hard to imagine my life at the face of four decades ... where did time go? It went like a flash.... As I stop and take a moment to appreciate life; I feel my bare heels sink and dig into the ground a little more firmly now. I am more protective and deeply appreciative of everything around me; the colors, the textures, the moments, the feelings. I say to myself, wow awesome, I wish I could stop and pay more attention to this now that I see how valuable and beautiful life's experience can be. Most times though, there are so many competing pressures nudging or pulling me aside that I quickly snap out of the musing. Some of you may know that I psyche up for night school ...