She Showerd
He ran down the valley-
Sweating
In pursuit of her-
Sweating
In the showers of rain
His blindfold facing
To catch her
Before he got the beauty
His handsome body-
Made of soil
Socked in the showers
Split into pieces
The hand here- head there
The skull divorcing his teeth
As she ran furthermore
Escaping the wrath
Her flesh fresh she soaked-
In the showers of rain
Smelling fresh and pleasant
Copyright © Moses Kisiang'Ani Makhakha | Year Posted 2018
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