Dear

Dear…I am lost for words As I thought they were Lords. Alas! They treat me like an inexpensive cup That breaks even with much luck. Dear…how dare you act like an expert, In relationships when you never gave a heart? You are a gynecologist who has never seen Man’s ‘sell it all’ treasure always unforeseen. Dear…Is it I that is your luxury car You drive when you’re not going far? The pressure valve you but release When the temperatures are unease? Dear…you never hurt me But you never kiss me. You repair the stove, I wanna tell my story. I’ve no underwear, you wanna buy a lorry. Dear…just a hand-to-hand walk Thunders lightening talk. Yet but a kiss will tenderise my muscles, An embrace will lighten my hassles. Copyright © 06.2012 Nsamu Moonga. All rights reserved.