Poet Keith Horton Poems

There will never come a day
when there are enough love poems.
Not as long as ebony sky is kissed to life
by the stutter of a million stars,
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Friday's come easier for me-
slowly, deliberately
and fond of my waiting
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We are swollen rivers, Tata,
running through your countryside.
We are saltwater rivers
sprung from bloodshot eyes.
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You come to me;
Africa running from your pores
like Mafuti nectar,
cured by indigenous winds.
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