Silent Fights
When we fight in silence, like titans abound by egos
An eager poet overcome by words.
A beautiful model delicate as raindrops
When the silence in the room is as thick as our nostalgia
Wanting to hold each other but held back by thick egos
Ripe with the wretch of imminent paradoxes
Contemplating charades of choices of parallel provisions
As if we can afford life without one another
When we fight in silence and the room gets microscopic
Her presence bold. she drifts like a thunderbolt across an African sky
Similar spaces, sharing oxygen and the ammonia in our hearts
our breathing aligned by the poisons of our fear
We have sacrificed in miles to allow centimeter consequences
Our story ripples gentle beneath her feet
A story that eclipses at the axis of our ex's
Subtle and calm in the stanzas on our palms
our skin cells still thick under their fingernails
When we fight in silence and cant even look each other in the eye
The war between our minds that our tongues abstain from
Cold war of silent minds in love like a godless church
When the earth sprints beneath us,
bare bones and shuckles in our silenced fight
I don't know if its a curse that we both cant quarrel
Like feral lambs with a deep predilection for another
Infatuation so simple like the cartography of her skin
Her hair superior, laden ith disposable paradises
Simple chemistries of lovers who 've been through some ****
When we fight in silence. Hearts smooth as skipping stones
Hungry enough to believe the silence tastes better
But time... Time is a cold mason between us
Like a perverse heartbeat, the worst kind of treason
I have lived bittersweet moments that slow down the clock
I have seen pendulums and hourglasses turn lovers to strangers
I have heard how we change the world & the world changes us
I have learnt that the world is always ending and love prevails
Like neglected flowers in thick mahagony vases
Infested with greedy butterflies free from their leashes
The agony of traded dreams and faded hopes
Words are despots I would rather be silent than say something I will regret.
She is my armor. No sword in my castle, verbal nor metal
My fists only fold when I pray to God for her existence
Four eyes, one vision, one blindness
Heroes are for children and those who cant save themselves
After the silence the dialogue writes itself in a calligraphy of apologies
In our new-found understanding of the tapestry that is you & me
Minds re-aligned like telephatical alphas Completing each other's sentences
Simple enough this is our redundant arithmetic
Learning integrals of loving her beyond her crutches through infinity
Thats the mathematics of my existence. When we fight in silence
Copyright © Prince Katlholo | Year Posted 2013
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