Caricamento in corso...

Chini Kwa Chini

for my friend Thomas Kasena
forgive me for the delays in this post...
Kiswahili rafiq...

Discussion’s free, all welcome in,
brother’s speak, of tales from roads walked long before;
ethical in jest, one’s truth’s test,
others lean in, to share these warrior’s blows;
conversation’s gist; what is real,
beneath, one’s hard beating heart and pumping blood;
reap well, my many worldly friends,
none other than I, attempt this; on my oath.
Rhythm’s sway, smile too cherry sweet,
sound builds hipped beat, sole’s touch beneath ‘her’ hot feet;
crowds gather round, big circle sweep,
together touched, by the music’s wondrous swing;
pleasure first, night’s winds give ‘in-kind’,
forever thirsts, passion’s coupled quest relive;
pleased pace sets in, all night’s strength calls,
dancing’s beauty bares, blood royal’s duties give;
sweetness’ tastes, an image raved,
eye’s lusts relate, the line, size, and sultry shapes;
poured couture, almond honey glazed,
dressed skeins cling to body; I am so amazed;
compassion lifts, this moment’s bright,
woman’s nest, this ‘big snakes’ treasured thought released;
spreads widely so, across dance staged,
wild eyed night’s time flies, as morning’s sky light dins;
brothers’ urge each ray, towards the spotlight’s dim,
laughing openly, at passion’s wile and night sweats pouring rage;
bonding soon plays, it’s game throughout all our minds,
lustfully filled dreams, this soul’s mate swoons upon;
presence tensed, all eyed views returned,
blend colours flesh, into these steps and lust’s embrace;
redeems the thoughts, of this one’s trysts,
passion’s bliss, at once life’s kissed by dancing’s last chance;
morning’s call, the music’s heights passed,
greedy minds so guess, that coupling’s boiled blood renew;
rise up, rise up, towards living’s grace,
mise in place; night’s seared agreement, feeds truth’s life.
Michael Darrell Walker


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