Merlin Mwaura Poems
' I Do...'
Take your hand from this dark abyss,
take me out of this emptiness,
keep me from a bloody mess,
black ribbons and black bow ties,
honeymoon on our ancient tomb.
Lay my life on a death bed,
cremate me while we make smoky love,
like mushrooms pollinating the earth,
glass bands and wedding rings,
tear this flesh and with bloodied ink,
write our vows forever more.
' I do '....
I do want there to be a forever,
dark clouds or shiny sky,
full moon creeping in the afternoon.
Pillow - Less Bed...
Is it a pillow an' no bed...
or is it a bed with no pillow.
Life gives the cushions,
but leaves out the bed,
probably best, cause then you sleep anywhere...
an' lose not your head.
Indeed there are they that have their beds,