A Visit By Cuda

She sang a song unheard of, patted my lips and whispered something i could not understand, neither could i feel the bruises on my lips when she and her shadow were gone, leaving behind a skeleton too real to be skeletal The skeleton which gives me company but never said a word ever since we met, The skeleton which convinces me that Cuda is not at all a mystery but a thesis which only i can claim full mastery Miles away she stands resolute on a balcony overlooking my pity tattered world. The letters that i write, she can jump and drop a response by but i cannot fly, the balcony is way too high. She is only that which i saw in a mail and through these visions towards her i sail, whistling the song she only sang for me first, Upraised by this not so skeletal skeleton, i recited the lyrics even without much knowledge of the meaning Do not doubt my singing (Cuda) If you listen to my whistle Forever more we shall be kissing (ndinokuda)