My Shimmering Blind Spot Poem by Solomon Ramakgwa

Love of my life, my shimmering blind spot,
A crimson haze clouding every vision.
My pulse falters—the heavy friction
Of a lonely soul meeting a heart uncorrupted.
We are currents entwined,
Like mountain veins of water bled into wine,
Flowing under the weight of high-altar vows.
Yet the filter of our devotion begins to strain,
Choked by the shadow of a third silhouette.
I offer you the steady stone of respect;
You crave the boundless ocean
Of unconditional love.