After Puberty
She was the supreme craze
That had ever happened to me after puberty,
She was all that my wishes had been,
Her kiss was just right,
In that sincere frame of psyche.
She made me joyous,
I really wanted her;
But suddenly I was so afraid
Of the love I felt for her,
The way she loved me;
It was so bona fide,
I was so scared at the end,
I hid my face from her:
I was glad she was not calling,
I knew she was aching in sore silence,
I was searching for my peace,
Those depths of me
That love never gave me;
I had three knife scars on my back.
Copyright © Fungayi Elias Ndhlovu | Year Posted 2017
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