Mind Life Poem by Tiyiso Mavasa

The hairs of my skin aroused,
My tongue constipated,
My heart pounded my chest...
A rhythmic motion of a beating needle
In a sewing machine,
As our eyes connect in a hypnotic manner,
Our heads collide like two asteroids,
But as the edges of our lips attach,
The edges of my eyelids detach,
You're a smiling, fading ghost!





Passionately, I grasp your face,
made aesthetically of thin air, fading...
The reality of my life returns,
Singing songs of phantom hope!
And the stitches that bonded
The wounds of my heart loosen.
Once again, I feel so broken.