Forbidden Salt
There’s something in my cup of living…
I have misplaced my sense of warmth of my mother’s womb,
What if I told you that my family tree
Is an olive that bares the forbidden fruit?
What if I told you that my love for Mwiinde is only to sugars sweet?
She is the creature of my heart’s craving
And I’m only there to set her heart on fire
and have the ashes for salt.
Who said there is a method to falling out of love?
And what’s all these marshmallow words in a world with a lemon face?
There is no more making lemonade here,
Only finding gin and seasoning my tender soul.
28/08/2018
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