An Empty Cocoon
My eyes taste your DNA
As you breakthrough to a new day
Then, like a beautiful thought
Your mesmerising presence floats
I’m sure man was made from your rips!
How else is he able to fit through your hips?
Yes, creation put him as the head
But you flower his bed long after he’s dead
You’re in every picture of a beautiful day
Every stunning feature of a world otherwise grey
I entre every morning through your eyes
I live each day through your never ending tries
I cry and I smile through your flawless face
I fly to my dreams on your wing into outer space
I exist in the mists of your long tentacles
You bear a beauty spot from whence love sprinkles
When you leave this home is an empty cocoon
When you’re home it’s a full tablespoon
Nature doesn’t allow you enough time to nest
Because such beauty mother cannot afford to rest
Thabang J. Ngoma
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Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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