HELLO PURPLE HIBISCUS

We create plays with words

Herb theatres with curtains dripping verbs

But some things, we just can’t reverse

So each time you look to the east with me

I find buried pieces of your peace shining at me

I find dead poems anew, full of life with your battle cry

For now though

I am just a poet in the attic, thinking about you.

Writing poems far away from your love, my life.

Pages with a blade of grass

Sorry, let me paraphrase

She sucks that Hunters dry,
Queen of my castle.
Slave to my hustle.
Lioness in my castle's laager.

Mzwakhe the peoples poet would have said;
Tripple D- moyozela nkanyezi ya kwa Zulu.
Diabolical, Dark and Dangerous my Double-dolly
My milk and my stout

The Lord is unfair, my Fairlands
my Meadowlands,
ons phola hier mina nawe
In our wholesome half of Soweto's yellow sun.

Kiss I quick, Redlip Chips

I yearn, for you.

I dream, about you

I think, of you.

I’m Iearning to fall for you.

 So if I,

I rock up in my jeans and my babalaas’d face

Having promised you my Sunday attire

Willing you not to close and lock your doors

Will you let me dine with you?

I yearn, for you.

I dream, about you

I think, of you.

I’m Iearning to fall for you.

But babes, if I…

I forget my clumsy lines in a stutter

In my silent chamber of charms

Will you wake the bells

That my Ancestors and Guardians ring,

In my realm, for your season's arrival?

I yearn, for you.

I dream, about you

I think, of you.

I’m Iearning, to fall for you.

Float with me

morning, dance in my head-trance

like the wailers, take my hand

In Babylon’s bus, I like that.

in the window pane between hugs

in between your smile and mine

Up ahead in the distance,

Our light castle.

Long walks, scenes from rom-com flicks

Pleasure-dome, Float with me.

Rub-a-dub rose

Your drum, your base

Awaits, Float with me.

In trust.

Glimmer of light.

Float with me, I’d like that.

4kof

Maybe you want to piss

Maybe you want to piss on me

Because you can’t kiss me

All you do 

Is Diss me

Tsek!!!

Night-Walker

I want to melody this tune

That blumes in my soul

That weaves the waves

That eavesdrop

On my secret conversations

With you and my heart

Oh gosh I gush in a rush

With smooth invites

That stencil

Orgasmic pictures

Of you

Flirting with my mind

Picture you, picture me

The juice that the jazz

You spew when you…

Speak my name

Tweaks my spirits

Into delicious shards

Of happiness

Nightwalker

Let’s ride the night’s tide

On a silver galactic trek

To the stars

On an on

You are my

Elisabeth Bond

Double o’ six plus one

Nix mapha

You are mine