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It's Love I Suppose So

{For Nelson and Winnie Mandela}
 You, me said I to my honey bitter
 When like the windy aether,
 Blows us hither and thither
 Bursting bubbles on elevating air,
 I shall sleep dreaming with one eye open
 Set you and I free on a chilly rest,
 Virtually recalling the immure moments
 I shall tell you of inborn pain.

 Hence, that in these moments, hours
 Days running in weeks, months into years
 And coming to these moments,

 It's love I suppose so
 That I should be waiting, waiting and waiting
 For you on this thing that like the windy aether,
 Has blown away, blown away till this moments.
 I shall sleep through to another day
 Because of you, I and the offspring
 And watch you through, though my heart is spilling
 Could it be my strength has withered?
 Or my agility has disappeared?
 So when the night comes to eyes
 And the silence deafened ears
 In those moments, hours, days, weeks and months
 And the years, O the years!
 Which I have slept through just remembering you.


 I have looked your face through,
 When you are slumbering, thinking silently
 Of your vanity, tells of enchantment saliently.

 Let us lay on the lawn
 And make sweater nothing of love,
 Let us float upwelling in delight for the ocean,
 And make sea-wine sip among arteries rejecting behoove.

 It is love I suppose so
 That I should be waiting,waiting and waiting,
 For you on this thing that like the windy aether
 Has blown away, blown away till these moments,
 And you insinuate without times, whether
 That ours prophesy shakable love lust,
 It has not gone through the last
 Of consent; well, it's all sentimental
 Even though, I have gone and mount the pedestal
 Like the Baboon drumming
 Out his chest so loud;
 My head had gone white shouting so loud
 And the children care clamoured for
 My greater loftier ladder,
 Aged head has gone white like cloud.
 You would say then, I have waited for ages,
 I have trimmed the lamp for ages
 I have fumbled with the candle for long;
 But then flop;
 Fell out of one uniting rope
 I went so far flung,
 Even though thinking of you then
 As I now thinking of you so,
 And you have on, on and on thinking then
 I would wait for you so.

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