A Cold Day in Hell

A cold day in hell
Sinners of love are having a swell
of a time. Thanks to tears
That broke dams behind their eyes
And extinguished hell's raging fire
All that's needed is whiskey. And nice thighs

Can't Get Enough

Your hands are fitted with magic feathers

Awakening every single nerve in me

As you trace sensual shapes on my body

Everything becomes alive inside me

All I want is more and more of this

As long as my breathe allows me

I won’t get enough of you,

Of your hands,

Of your lips

Of your breathe

Of your breast

As long as this breathe lives within me

I will not get enough or tire, of your being

Questions

From where, deep inside your body,

 do you manufacture this sweetness?

Why does your kiss taste,

Like a fountain of life?

What is it that you emit from your eyes,

that I must get enthralled and drawn to you?

Why must I look like a crazed person,

whenever you are around me?

Why does time fly away,

When there’s so much of your laughter around?

Why can’t I put you smile in my pocket,

So that I can secretly fondle it in a meeting? Or matatu?

Why must I always fill inadequately whole,

Whenever you are away from me?

What sort of drug is hidden in your beauty,

That I must feel intoxicated every time I see you?

Moments Like This

Trapped in your embrace

There’s no other place

I’d rather be, not even heaven

You are my religion – I’m no heathen

Locked in your kiss

There’s nothing I’d miss

My world becomes alive

In you I want to live

The nights stand still

The stars watch us steal

Hours and hoard in our nudity

And replace it with eternity

Moments with you

All year through

Are never replaceable

I’ll love you forever – trust me - I’m able   

Caged

I am caged in your enchanting smile

The bars bloom in your enthralling laugh

Its echo does ring for ages in my head

And my insides freezes and thaws inside you

I caged inside your so pure love

I wouldn’t know what to do if one day

You decide to set me free. I’d wander

Lost in the world, hoping to find my way to you

There’s nothing better than this cage

My heart feels safe inside this cage

Confine in the ‘hole’ all alone

And have me think nothing but you

I Promise Not To Write

I wish there was a way to erase all these memories

I wish there was a place where desolate humans

Ignite inextinguishable hope in their lives

I wish there were people who kept it real with you

Not to take you round or make feel you are worthy

to be in their lives

I wish I’d believe everything is within me, within my power

I wish I believed I am made of unconquerable material

I wish I knew where I kept my life’s armour

I wish I knew where I kept the key to the artillery room

Then, and only then, I would rise like the knight I am

To conquer and reclaim what truly belongs to me

I promise not to write how pitiful I have grown

I promise not to write about how bad a man I make

How contemptible an adult I have turned out to be

I promise to live each day with a simple dream

A dream to the best in everything I do

I promise to write about hope, resilience, and happiness

. She Doesn’t Need Me Anymore

1    There are hints of subtle arrogance in her voice

And even when she is not that subtle for a lover

She brazenly says things such as,

‘I haven’t been depending on you all along’

It appears to me that she wants to let me go

Yet she does not have a sufficient reason

She’s moved on, that’s what she’s certain

She just is not certain about her decision to do so

She does not need me, she needs my benevolent heart

She needs me for the simple reason that I chip in

Once in a while to send her money and airtime

So she can talk or visit whoever is important to her

Deep within me I feel she doesn’t even rank me

The disrespect and her quickness to find quarrel

Even in the most trivial of things

She doesn’t need me, because I am nice guy