Amongst the visages in this city
I see a woman distinguished
Betwixt my heart's calamity
She ignites a fiery zeal -it falls not extinguished.
A festival of artificial lights illuminates her smile
Her lips are crimson and her teeth so soft as to have been with a file.
Her eyes are kaleidoscopes
Awe brightly camps in those.
Her skin displays as creamy milk
I swear a texture of silk
I would feel and a taste to be sweet
Her body is complete.
Her movement is systematic, rhythmic, terrific and poetic
Her shoulders gyrate, lightly elevate, before they softly gravitate
Her hips sway as well they may
I become a rock-just waiting for her to come by my way.
O Tokyo woman do you see me?
I who divides you from the horde around thee
I who grasps your splendour in my heart
.
O Tokyo woman
You're blazing my spirit; a natural disaster
I will not prohibit.
O Tokyo woman
I'm going supernova
You're taking me out of this world
Casting me in a stellar space.
O Tokyo woman
Should I explode into a red giant
Will your passion still be great enough for me to contain?
O Tokyo woman
O should I become a black hole
Are you close enough to fall?
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The Virgin Anthology(2013)
PoetryLungelo B. Mokoena goes all out in giving life to his first poetic ensemble. This Anthology accomodates all people because it has a layer upon each layer, and should be broken down to find its simplest meaning. For an 18 year old, this young man is...
