hillbrow’s song and 2 other poems
Desire, a burning prison, haunts transnational agency, its aching dreams navigating trauma…
Read more →The beauty of your presence, a burning prison, where escape becomes an impossible, aching dream.
i lie down next you
with my starving lips
trembling
& the blue lagoons
of your eyes
tempting
& alluring
how
do i escape the big
pumpkins that sprout
on your warm chest
how do i escape
from the beauty
of your tenderness
& how do i escape from
the milky lane
prison
of your arms
when fire
burns beautifully
between your thighs