Uninvited Memories
True love like impossibilities is an apple tree that grows from concrete,
For darkness with no rhythm brings Uninvited memories,
The edges of your body,
The chemical warfare witnessed when we touch,
How am I to unsave this from the archives of my heart?
For the clasper of our hands made molecules dance to our tune......
Unlike youths of the time we've decided to dance to the rhythm of these Uninvited memories
For they take my breath and heart to the constellations and back,
And now may be the time is right for us to dance.........
Copyright © Roger Nkhoma | Year Posted 2021
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