Accosted with an
irresistible aura
a silent siren calling
Her colorful facets
filling the spaces
of the purple hazed air
Dissimilarity in her
Ambience prompted
an interaction
Reluctant
cowered down
My stares sparked
a violent violet
burning with curiosity
I came closer...
In awe convinced that
my mind is playing tricks
so naturally I captured it
Captivated by her
undeniable africanacity
with or without your approval
Fascinated by her
Alluring demeanour
Perplexed by the
masked perspection
of possibilities
Eyes never locked
unsolicited union
There she is
Now she is
Could this be
Presently equipped to see
eyes still unlocked
Solicited invite
to the game with
a losing hand
No half time
caught up in
finding you in
a winter's bloom
Cold lunar eclipsing
surfaced attachments
mainly disserving
A glass half empty of
red molten flowing
Slowly unbecoming
glass half full...
of healing
Learning, growing
going inwards at the
brink of cultivating a
deep want
unleashed a matrix
of unknowning butterflies
Revealing the intensity
in her phoenix spirit
Likeness, she had me she
Purposefully staring
Not yet able to comprehend
Restraining, never giving
much away...
An abrasive distance
No window seat
To her soul
A muddled foresight
With reason
Could she see?
The uncertainty
Certainly behind my
Eyes
Left in a limbo
Desperate need
for growth
Her siren no longer
silent, in a mist my
transformation
Reading in a foreign
Language with eager
Ngaba Ntlahla
or pure intentions
that led to a path
of refreshing candour
-Ndimlo
©ndimlo
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