Ntsayizi-yami

The genesis in the emphasis about the fact that you are my size
Seizes to exist amidst your ganjarous cancer amiss, i miss you.
The kisses that hiss
when your snakes rattle my hearts kettle miss my point;
cause all i want to do is
to show you that i don’t boil i slither

That i flow
precious
brittle
heavy
metals
clanging on your heavens door
And i know you know
that once more i'd rather be poor
with your hand in mine and mine in yours

Cause, you know
when i send you this text and you don’t respond,
When i sing you into the headpiece’s earphone
and i see you through its microphone
and you don’t respond

I splatter my hopes into a dry pond

Answer my call,
bbm, whatsap me,
whatever, tu!
Before,
i fall and splatter
Into a dry pond.