death
hold back hold back
hide your dark face
within your fearsome shadows
halt your dreaded feet’s
unrelenting advance
towards my door
do not embrace me
in your hungry ardour
life
hold me hold me
hold on to me tight
do not let go of my hand
your arms have
grown unfeeling
your breasts have
run dry of life’s fever
still I cling still I cling
to your withered teats
with hungry ardour
-Rita Putatunda
...Oh yes , I want to live, walking on air.
ReplyDeleteSplendid imaginations.
Mickey, Thank you :)
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