#Truely!!! I wanted to write you a letter my love a letter to tell of this longing to see you and this fear of losing you of this thing which deeper than I want, I feel a nameless pain which pursues me a sorrow wrapped about my life. I wanted to write you a letter my love a letter of intimate secrets a letter of memories of you of you your lips as red as the tacula fruit your hair black as the dark diloa fish your eyes gentle as the macongue your breast hard as young maboque fruit your light walk your caresses better than any that I find here. I wanted to write you a letter my love to bring back our days together in our secret haunts nights lost in the long grass to bring back the shadow of your legs and the moonlight filtering through the endless palms, to bring back the madness of our passion and the bitterness of separation. I wanted to write you a letter my love which you could not read without crying which you could hide from papa Bombo and conceal from mama Kieza which you would reread without the coldness of forgetting a letter which would make any other in all Kilombo worthless. I wanted to write you a letter my love a letter which the passing wind would take A letter which the cashew and the coffee trees, the hyenas and the buffalo the alligators and the river fish could hear and if the wind should lose it on the way the beast and plants pitying our sharp sorrow from song to song lament to lament breath to caught breath would leave you, pure and hot, the burning the sorrowful words of the letter I wanted to write you. I wanted to write you a letter but, oh my love, I cannot understand why it is, why, why, why it is my love that you cannot read and I – oh the hopelessness- cannot write
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 10:05:21 +0000
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