robbin nyakundi enigma (13/5/1992 / Nairobi)
Tell me am I wrong to hunger for the gentle touch of my lady's hand.
Am I wrong to thirst for the weight of her head on my bare chest?
Tell me yee knowledgeable ones
Why you deem it unjust the craving I have for the gentle feel of my handmaid's seasoned skin.
How I yearn for the satisfaction that only her loins can offer……
Tell me why you sneer when on my shoulder she leans her troubled head and on my chest her tears dry….
Tell me why it troubles you to see the white of her smile when in my arms she lays…
Did I not sooth her from pain unfathomable?
Did I not give her love unconditional?
Did I not give her trust unmatchable?
And yes I admit her heart I have caused pain a few times in the past…and yes many a time I have caused a tear down her cheeks cascade….yes av brought her spirits down and her moods to swing…but why do you deem it just that she and I be laid asunder?
Tell me why you labour tirelessly to see us part even when to death that task was left?
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