The Travel To Love Poem by Pallang Mofokeng

When last did I write?
Let me say that other night

The other night on the bus,
Like a bee I felt I could buzz.
When you smiled,
I dozed lost in the blink of your eyes.
Affection is but a glimpse

Names unknown are mostly desired to be called,
Yet fear of disappointment binds we shrink to cold.
We confused confront and tell?
Perhaps hesitate hence you elements to repel.
Love truly is corrupt

It was on the my-city bus that night,
The one of quarter past nine
From Cape Town to Atlantis
God knew hell resorts I love seeing this
Beauty of an angel I thought it a myth...