Stone words

ek klim in die hoek, geblindoek ... ek klim in die grond - aard kind - stom van verlange vir myself.  ek klim in die wind, onskuld en ....

A love poem from Africa

We could dance a moment. Kiss the ground with urgent feet that spell our names for the moon and the sun.  Is your heart in your sole, like mine? Rumbling thick like heat in Feb. Tracing its pulse in the red dust shedding cloud in the musk of nite.

I’m sipping on your black, smothered in colour brighter than light one shadow thick, like heat smothered in black, colour brighter than light.

Khadija T Heeger