Love Hidden From The Eye Of Concrete

And they shall have no dominion

Not upon this love of ours

Not that great concrete city

And its towers

Where only the lies

And its folly - flowers

No! They shall not tell us the meaning of our love!

For we shall make our own way

Walking through the hay

Walking past the crap

Walking over the trap

Of the city and its thoughts

And to us - we shall keep the secret of our love!

No - they shall not have a voice

Using their T.V and their noise

Their superstars and their poise

To tell us the meaning of our love

Of you and me my dove !

Therein is the secret of our breath !

Nothing is surer or stronger than our meaning

Like a dew upon a leaf

Standing alone and gleaming

Our love has forgotten the city and its noise

The pollution of its dreaming

As we hold on to the light that binds us !

Ours is a spirit that burns blue

A feeling, an emotion

Ferocious at being true

And when the crystal wild moon

Throws out its hue

My love, I shall know your warmth !

Love

That great and powerful force

That from the skies was found and sourced,

giving men a reason to live ,

And so they run a course

Of strength,

Like a stream

A dream within a dream

It has fought fearless wars

War tales of mothers opening doors

For their kids

By cleaning dirty floors

War tales of lovers

Defying odds of race, hate

And all that opens up the gate

Of a burning hell

Where the mind can no longer dwell

And to you my love:

Me, you and the moonbeam

Walk like angels on a stream

A dream within a dream

And hardly does it seem

That I know the shadows that exist

In envy, hatred trying  to resist

the gravitation of our love.

When a silent power from up above

Has chosen our course of action

Me, you and the moonbeam

My love !

Are like the feathered wings of the dove

That flutters in our heart

Your eyes are like the dart

That cuts into me with art

As we sit under the shade

Of a tamarind tree

Releasing our spirits to be free

Of all psychological nuances

Of evil  and of greed!

And to you my Love!

And to you my love

Are the bounties of my effort

Fearless pure and strong

A will that shall never go wrong

For your lover knows the meaning of love

And when the doors open for us

From up above

You and me shall be like fingers in a glove

Made to fit the sky and each other

You and me -  my lover

Loving love and its power !

LOVE IN THE TIME OF MALARIA

Ebony woman

You have spoken Your secrets to me

Of love; its mysteries

Resembling the stillness

 in the depths of the sea

Fickle, much the love I see now is

Talk of eyes and being forever…

 but changes in the heart

Much like intellectual, aesthetic

Pornography!

Ebony Woman

I crave the secret of your constancy

You have taught me love is hard work

Commitment – not lovers with roses

running between trees

Therein is the depth of your poetry !

Ebony woman

I  have seen the strength of your legs

And the strength of your back

As you walked miles with a -for a child

Fighting of pangs of hunger as they attack

And as a lover

You have sang sweet songs

That have remained constant in their melody

For true love is hard work – beautiful - strong

Not lovers expressing their eyes while changing their hearts-

You see

Therein is the depth of your poetry !