Sardonic, Dry, Wry Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi

lips long parched by unfulfilled promise

the glistening droplets of his gaze whet her appetite

arousing veins long dead wrung dry by reading between the lines

long drenched in the drought wrought by common sense

nope, definitely not bullet proof

sardonic, wry, dry

warmth lost in translation

strands woven day after day, across bodies fattened with too much self importance and convention

empty glasses strewn across thirsty sky, starched into her veiled head

genuine warmth still racing head to head with time