Usipho
So many times have I
Inquired about that old hag called love.
People said she''d lost her way
Haphazardly bundled onto the wrong bus
Om''tholile unenhlanhla
Om''tholile uzomunika igama elisha.
USipho uhluleka ukungitshela
Umthole ngakithi,ngase gardens, kimi.
He found her ebusuku,ngidinekile
Ang''sabuzi ukuthi uzom''yenzani.
All I can do is watch him, love her nami.
USipho,ja ne...uSipho.
The dream
Inquired about that old hag called love.
People said she''d lost her way
Haphazardly bundled onto the wrong bus
Om''tholile unenhlanhla
Om''tholile uzomunika igama elisha.
USipho uhluleka ukungitshela
Umthole ngakithi,ngase gardens, kimi.
He found her ebusuku,ngidinekile
Ang''sabuzi ukuthi uzom''yenzani.
All I can do is watch him, love her nami.
USipho,ja ne...uSipho.
The dream
I dream, and you fulfill
I dream and you aspire
I dream and you just keep getting better.
I on a ledge, you with your arms outstretched.I fall, you fall, we fall together.
Your arms engulf me in a mystical embrace
we merge, slowing to gentley sail onto the dream-earth.
I awake drowning in thoughts of you
I wonder if you dream of me too.
I wonder if you feel me dream about you,
about us.
My vivid imagination has served me well, we continue to aspire to the ''us'' in my dream. We chase the seemingly unobtaineble dream ; what the dream doesnt know is that we have something special....
we have doubts.
Us, our situation
I dream and you aspire
I dream and you just keep getting better.
I on a ledge, you with your arms outstretched.I fall, you fall, we fall together.
Your arms engulf me in a mystical embrace
we merge, slowing to gentley sail onto the dream-earth.
I awake drowning in thoughts of you
I wonder if you dream of me too.
I wonder if you feel me dream about you,
about us.
My vivid imagination has served me well, we continue to aspire to the ''us'' in my dream. We chase the seemingly unobtaineble dream ; what the dream doesnt know is that we have something special....
we have doubts.
Us, our situation
He yearns to see what he can feel, what his hands explore he wishes to drink in
With his eyes, wide open searing it onto his eyeballs so that even while sleeping he can caress my form.
Patience is foreign to him, he questions me constantly
Provoking me to silence.
Making his intentions clear he prods at the catalyst; smiles heavenly as he handles my anatomy
Eyes twinkle as he has dangerous thoughts of liaisons between my skin and his flesh.
We touch; slowly finding our way around each others space
We sigh; exploration yields discoveries that are of the explosive nature.
We rush towards the understanding
Understanding the moment.
We rush and so we falter.
We rehearse the first visit, the first meeting of worlds, constantly
We discuss the kinaesthetic aspects openly
He suggests I reflect and time negotiates our responses.
Laying in the folds of darkness in separate union we lay.
Contact comes from the black-pitch
His hand to my skin, his lips to my chin.
We negate the turbulence that our rashness has created
We settle into this new situation
Our new situation.
We recenlty broke up. He didnt resist it so...I'm not regreting my decision I'm just not very happy about it.
To the universe and not to he, I love you more than words can express.
Goodbye.
With his eyes, wide open searing it onto his eyeballs so that even while sleeping he can caress my form.
Patience is foreign to him, he questions me constantly
Provoking me to silence.
Making his intentions clear he prods at the catalyst; smiles heavenly as he handles my anatomy
Eyes twinkle as he has dangerous thoughts of liaisons between my skin and his flesh.
We touch; slowly finding our way around each others space
We sigh; exploration yields discoveries that are of the explosive nature.
We rush towards the understanding
Understanding the moment.
We rush and so we falter.
We rehearse the first visit, the first meeting of worlds, constantly
We discuss the kinaesthetic aspects openly
He suggests I reflect and time negotiates our responses.
Laying in the folds of darkness in separate union we lay.
Contact comes from the black-pitch
His hand to my skin, his lips to my chin.
We negate the turbulence that our rashness has created
We settle into this new situation
Our new situation.
We recenlty broke up. He didnt resist it so...I'm not regreting my decision I'm just not very happy about it.
To the universe and not to he, I love you more than words can express.
Goodbye.
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