Moon Poem by Munashe Gumbonzvanda

she was white
I am a black
we kissed a storm in Geneva
People would stare.

she whispered in French
spoke in words I barely knew
that love was ours
words which I begged were untrue

she was my moon
and I was the werewolf
when she showed up
we kissed, oooh,

she told me
I was hers
I told her
lies

now the moon haunts me
I am in black Africa
and when it is dark at night
The moon has to show up.
White, like her
White.