Bared Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi

Raw, naked, exposed.

Torn skin, ice marks, stark red.

Gaping holes, drenched sheets, irremovable stains:

Flickering candlelight, reaching spirits, soulless eyes:

the struggle for might a losing battle,

both hanging by each other's woven rope

fear of discovery, deep, rich, all-consuming,

the addiction strong, choking, too sweet as all forbidden fruit:

Passions' battlefield;

the lady, her lover, her Lord.