let me to say you in English language ones likes to read and write Has love been blood-written ?Has love been blood-written has marrow yet been poured for it a person peeled the skin from their back or ribs has expression of this been offered in flesh cut from the cheeks has blood been extracted its colour still red uncoagulated been scooped from the arteries poured into a milk vessel have two people offered it one to the other as they would fresh milk have they shared it happily time-separated in spirit in body as by a thorn fence sworn to each other one morning have two after first soaking rain the damp mist dense in an unpeopled place where apart from the trees nothing stirred become aware of each other’s rustle did that true meeting seem a vision to them brought by love’s plight or its mirage from time to time as if suddenly waking out of a dream did their speech desiring utterance pass from a mouth if just a howl did words elude them was the situation soured by this did spots of ceaseless rain emotion’s tears spill from their eyes did it soak their clothes did they sweat compassion disoriented with but a stutter of movement they were stuck each time a word no link with others lacking substance limped out alone was it ten days later their tongue and palate found strength for it but they are born for success of equal standing parted for so long did they greet one another exchanging stories did each for their part pass on the trials sustained through their love did they read the message exchange the news love was a food store which when it was heated with charcoal and fire the glowing embers of emotions stirred did they fill a large pot time after time drag the enclosure’s night-time gate each one with tender eyes seeing nothing harmed the other did they listen thus for a whole year did the talking end did they then spend half a day in this silent way as the daylight fell from their staring gaze their inflamed thoughts did they pass that night like the camel herders in nocturnal endurance of cold and dark difficulties bringing illness did the dawn then glow and the sun call out approaching each other not crossing the boundary of mores and modesty longing for a balm with a mere forearm between them did they stand bodies held straight opposite each other avoiding the step of moving closer resisting the play-touch the youthful way the taste glimpsed in the distance did they just behold each other through their eyes they stood on the spot each one gazing standing upright did it last a thousand nights the legs of the termite emerged from the earth breaking the surface skin did is peel their bodies consume the flesh did it wound the veins pass to the nerves persisting to the very inside of the bone the bad news it places in you that you look on with fear is the trials and your death did they welcome it with their whole body and a smile there’s a flower which blooms after morning’s compassion has refreshed it with dew it brings forth a red liquid for the mouth to sip its stamen and stigma entwine like a rope was it this they exchanged offering as a legacy did they present it to taste as the last earthly food of love did they place at the other’s ear the word which was missing the termite gathered up sand and detritus forming clay diligently rendering and plastering did it transform those two did a building arise did it mould from them a structure of wonder a lofty termite mound famed for its thickness and strength roaming in the sun-heat of daytime did people in the dry season grazing lands rest in its shade then move away in the evening unaware of the reality of the story that deep inside this shady backbone support two souls await the outcome of truth if self sacrifice is not made the breath of life not exchanged if one does not wait for an enduring legacy the building of a house upright children and earthly sustenance then the kisses and intentions are nothing but superficial a poison sipped to satisfaction in that one same moment like hyenas snatching a girl of good repute as they hide themselves in the higlo tree to pounce out quickly each man is expectant for what will fall to him a hyena and his grave hole the honour he has trampled the modesty he has snatched the lying illusion this does society harm
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 07:41:29 +0000
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