The Sound Of Sweet Little Nothings

Table Cloths

A spilt cup of red wine on a white table cloth and a cup of ice cold water splashed onto the bare face of a fervent lover
Call it not devotion nor love but rather call it safe keeping - a plant's inability to bloom, results with entrusting it's eneffable defective to another
Acknowledging your beauty is not worship
It's storing all the praises that I fail to give myself on an indestructible glass jar
So don't you dare let your walls crack at the judgemental glares of man
For what is contained is not yours to hand out like candy on a Halloween night

-Madikizela Nikitha