H.E.R Love Poem by Nandipha Mphanya

Her love was too much for him to carry and feel
So sweet it tasted
Like ripe berries of the young forests
She let him open  her up
Filled her up like rain storms on a parched land
Little did he know he was her dream land
Wanted him skinned on her like a tribal brand
But the cracks behind her voice unnoticed
Shattered she felt, still with his presence here
Roped around her throat at the thought of love most lost
She saw in him another woman
One who made me woke
The one she felt, she took,   even with her strokes
Look at her like you look at yourself  in the mirror
Find her,   like you find your way home
Love her like she was the last drop of water on the earth you walk upon
Watch her blossom at your will
Assure her,   of your love
Teach her to see you again
In the light she used at the beginning  of time
Her love was too much for him
But it brought him back to life...