Him And Her (A Dialogue) Poem by Isunge Mwangase

HER

We should stop meeting like this,
Though our meetings give me bliss,
Must we always meet in a dark corner?
Like our love knows no honour?
You taught me how to love-
Fit into me like a glove,
Why then is our love hidden;
As though our union is one forbidden?
I beseech you to answer my question
Candidly without hesitation.

HIM

My love your bittersweet words
Bind my heart tighter with cords,
As though releasing myself into ya-
Splashing in your soul like the Musi-Oa-Tunya
Then drying as the first dropp hits the surface.
Do you enjoy seeing tears on my face?
Away with such thoughts from your mind,
We meet secretly for I have asked not your parents for your hand,
God made you and saw that it was wonderful,
He put us together and saw that it was beautiful