Love Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi

like the mornin

you come

soft as a cloud

and live on long after the sun has tucked her wings

when the living have sworn off the mind

you, well you stay;

needing no invitation, you ride in effortlessly

embracing and breaking weak and strong


fire and ice

despair, and hope

self destruction, rebirth

swirls of rainbow, spirals of gloom

rose bleeds, thorn bushes

death, new life



I want to touch you:

having no flesh, that is illusion

so drown in your embrace, having no choosin

but soaring and drownin,

hope for new life, or die eternally but drenched in you