I Am In Love. Poem by Thabani Khumalo

For the better good of my fragile soul,
I will be in church across the noon.
I will only be back sometime after two
when the sun has tilted some shade from overhead shadows,
I need to pray in the four names of evil too
as does all the other spiritually keen people born of life-loving fools.

Oh the pains of growth that prickle deeply sore
as sewing pins or sores of due between the toes.
Someone says to me the words of my formidable arlam -
she says she believes the myth of love to be completely true.
She looks and sees it in the eyes of the onlooker.

That beautiful someone talking I think is you,
So every morning I wake and open this book with printed texts of higher life
through the pages to look at you.

Mariah Sweet Mariah...
Mariah I swear by the name of Mother Mary,
I love this poem too.

I see a woman among the expedited troopers of the devoted Elects.
How far along shall I travel this dusty trail
before I get her to feel my life in a credible sense -
Before I get on a highway road of taboos to fulfill my dreams?

I think I'm in love.
So among the stars that seek to heal
my boiling wounds of raging vengeful thoughts,
I set out a special little moment as I impatiently wait
to hold more than just a glance of admiration
and there I am just patched upon a plastic chair -
I really look at you.