Week 11
Heat
I fell in love with the dips
in her hips
The contour
From where rains pour
When it’s warm
And she cries out til dawn
Insatiable woman
With a mouth so full and certain
And skin so black
And soft like satin.
I fell in love with a smile
A small thing
And a wink to beguile
And coerce
Men too kneel and depress
Bestown Historical powers
I fell in love with an opposite
Contradictory and cherry sweet
Cold as she is heat
A classic record on repeat.
I fell in love with a woman
The woman
She is me.
|nicolegarwe|
Week 10
December
Lover, Do you remember?
I see myself lying on a bed in rainy December.
You trace my skin with your finger
Long, Calloused,
An easy thing to pull my trigger.
I am a wave confined to a bath tub
Incessant desire for escape,
An itch I cannot rub.
A sweetness I am dying to taste.
My water spills out the edges
And I guess it makes sense
Because you never did learn to colour inside the edges either.
Lips red and plump
From the friction of your mouth.
Your teeth graze the peak of my mountains
I picture heaven with all it’s angels and fountains.
Higher
higher.
….
Lover, do you remember?
you always knew how to get us there together.
|nicolegarwe|
Name:Nicole Garwe
Age:20
Nationality:Zimbabwean
Medium:Poetry
About the artist:
I don’t want to make anything I write too complicated or filled with ambiguities. I want the message to come right out and grab you.
Sweet.