As though I am built of some other material
That neither you nor I can make out
Whether you are shapeshifting or maybe I
Beautiful warm burgundy animal blood
Humping thumping breathing organs
Fingerprint all my genes awake
Ancient codes in each and every cell
Popping flesh bubbles and children unborn
It’s my turn it’s my turn it’s my turn it’s mine
Survival in the love and war of the breeders
Horniness half hysterical on a cliff edge
Commanding a thousand valleys a thousand streams
Hot savage bliss in the climax to live on
Significant insignificance as we bow our heads
To surrender to such violence in rebirth.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
NOMZI KUMALO 
Loved the piece! You sure do have a way with words.
Cheers,
Sumithra.
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Thank you so much Sumithra and thanks for the support. 🙂
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So soulfully beautiful…hugs and blesssings !
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Thank you. 🙂
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Nomzi, your writing is profound with much depth 🙂
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Thank you dear. Writing it took me everywhere in a matter of a few days. It was worth every bead of sweat and every teardrop. I have almost recovered. 🙂
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