I'm Still Alive Poem by Thabani Khumalo

The things that remind me most
of my uncharted home in my sweetest dreams,
which is the best place in the colorful world;
where there's savored honey bread
ceremoniously dipped in the creamiest milk;
the joyful taste of the best dairy blend
(I've ever tasted in my life)totally untempered -
there, I inhale the pure joy of easy natural love:
breast in the mouth and back to the mouth, overflowing,
just like a child succumbing harmlessly
under a pleasant African mother's magical touch,
I'm in heaven with an undisturbed smile:

I am submissive in between the arousing caress of two lovely arms -
body to body - I can feel the twitch of the muscle beneath the flesh,
she turns me on and I'll be honest about it.
I am resting my weight across her belly - benign,
and kisses are as many as raindrops pattering onto my ugly face.

Yes, I do deeply love that girl like a delirious little child!
that is why I will follow her swiftly and fast down
along the open roads across the hot desert earth,
in a quest to see if she is still alive upon the planetary plain...
because I am still very much alive in the flesh.

The clear words that I use
as the fundamentals of these poetically inclined mental messages
emanating from the remotely hung up firmament stars
will, one day in the guaranteed future, materialize into living flesh,
I fear that the earth is going to shake and tilt,
and I will always be the misfit structural figure
on the upstat canvas of only significant pictures.
I will be there against all their will.

My name... is Thabani Khumalo
and I'm sure I'm still alive.