I hear the church bells ringing
And the birds take flight into the cold spring skies
And of all the things that I wish to do
I want to know what it is like to soar with you
Through the mundane things of this world
Because masturbation is not love
Pornography is not love
Equality is not love
Love is free from our imagination
As free as the rain that falls from the heavens
Mountains valleys oceans alleys
She can not be rented nor invented nor paused
So forget about yesterday and tell me about now
What brings you pure joy
Love.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.
NOMZI KUMALO 