I'm in love with words, help my sanity

I’m in love with words, help my sanity

For he is too old, he is history, confined in

White opal and black oppression,

Age predicate my date

My gross acquire of knowledge

entangled in issues of figures.

Lust of souls so callus

Like spines of books

Emptying pages at rise of curtains

At sight at seen when no longer unseen,

Sounds lose substances and i lose my existence

I seek refuge in you!

but

Ears do not register

I seek release but as ever-expanding you are improper.

Spillage, forgery, lonely, the sounds are all over

I’m horrified with my youth and in love with the old

I am a mad man with a ringing heartbeat

Age

Trapped in a brain that is unable to condense on page

Little girl

As much as failure sifts through my roots

If legality stress violate then cause controversy consensually

Bubblegum bones snap through my spine

My brain is all over, do I wish you were mine?

The anguish of a genius does not rip the page in half, so may it rip human hearts May ink result in murder

May i die by the book of life that I’m making for you

I’m losing what made me love you

I wish my ink could leak cries

Fill oil spill oceans, mascara and school ties

In snoring-light tubs

Unbrushed nudity in human inquiry

Words do not forsake me

Pass down your power for

He is my teacher and

I wish to be scandalous on desks

Dusted in folds, in portraits, in admittance that you mean something to me To whom my breath now binds.

Now

Only to have your back turned on mine

Was it in shame?

Riveting on and on about my mastery

With your nostrils inhaling sweet mutiny

Silence

No!

On older flesh on dying words

And dying words on older flesh

I am a mad woman with a ringing heart

Age

Trapped in a mind that is unable to condense on time

Like a frost bed of wilted roses, my words fall onto your ears

Curtains call, their attention grope

It is inappropriate for you to see me and yet I wish for both.

Written by Zukiswa Mbalenhle Mhlongo, Tuesday 8th June 2021