Without animosity
Without complexity
Without anxiety
Without possession
Without pressure
Without desire
Without time.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.


Up late at night
A strange animal
That has lost its wings.

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What’s the currency of hurt?

If we could see the evidence
I promised I would not adorn it
Or put it in a jar or many jars
And then start comparing jars
And then selling jars of hurt.

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A Supernatural kiss

Suddenly you moved, you were kissing me
As though the earth were some other planet
Where the hormones had lost all composure
And the reason for that was in the beginning

I could not remember neither of our names
Nor could I tell that we were both human
Whether we had legs arms wings and tails
I could have fallen a billion kilometres up

I did not care that you had speech or song
I had one breath to sum up your deportment
And even forgot my eyes were there to see
We could have drowned at the ocean floors

Somehow I understood to preserve my form
So drenched in a lover’s design ahead of me
Dismissed that that was the love of all the time
I smiled in despair and warmth and glowing.

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Mysterious attachments

Where do I push the hurt to
Where can I place it without it leaking
And stay there where I put it
Or will it travel back to its original place
What is its shape, size and colour
I promise I will not adorn it.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.

Cold feet

And so I have spoken too soon
Your pressures in the sunlight
Long weekends overexposed
Arctic water drops from your hair

A dark rock eclipsing the sea
You insist on what you know
How do I move a stranded whale
I think you must keep your place.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.