The feeling so subliminal,
Quite eerily I remember,
Face-exanimate, body-
Cold. Suffering, torture,
misery, all fixed, voice-
vanished. Querulous-
High pitched cries,
deafening still, now that
It echoes, questions put,
Answers lost, could the
Dead hear them too?
please love me
Take me far far away my dove;
Where even death dear not,
And age, and time passed us above,
Let everyone see you through my sight,
And permit my heart to explain your lulu,
For you let me love you, love, and love.
One early friday i come throug your sole;
And your love faintly occupied my heart,
Why did you keep your heart null?
Your love transfer it burden into my sight
Had you know am dying of your lovelorn,
For you would love me, love, and love.
Take me far far away from the dust;
For they must be mad in your invention,
No, they must be drunk in your cast,
For they made you beyond ascription,
And they spread your spell or am i loaf?,
For why let me love you, love, and love.
postmortem my exanimate body too;
that your beauty flux even my cadaver,
It had darkened my tomb,
your love is innocuous to me now,
Please our author re-exchange our soul,
For her beauty to love me, love and love.
Kakamu jnr
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