Alone emarenkeni I stood
Waiting for a taxi
to town
Trying to escape boredom
through the window of a Wednesday midday
With the idea of
paying a visit
To a friend of
mine at the burbs
My eyes landed on
a presentable lady across the street
So I crossed the
street
Making my way
gangsterly towards her
‘Oh ma word’ were
my words
As I fail to take
my eyes off her
In my culture it’s
immoral to look at a woman that way
The thought stroke
as my eyes scanned through her physique
She was to
gorgeous
In the midst of my
thoughts next to her I paused
Couldn’t hide it I
was taken by this maiden
He attire couldn’t
hide much
With my unaided
eyes I saw so much
From fresh legs to
flashy thighs
Smooth skin to
juicy lips
Curves in all the
right places
Couldn’t anticipate
a lie from those angelic eyes
Before I heard a
word she had defined the word beauty
My troubled
thoughts had seen through her mini
She was to
gorgeous
I rushed through
the greetings
Clumsily moving to
the intro
Before I asked if
she’s from my neighborhood
She calmly she
said yes
And I thought she
was bluffing
Until she was
greeted by this old lady
from this crooked
neighborhood across this dusty street
Though hard to
believe
But my mind went
with flow like a dead fish
Feeling like a
lost case
Caged in thrill of
the chase
I was quite sure
it wasn’t love I was falling in
Knowing I was in
it to win it
I slowly resorted
to corner of lust
She was to
gorgeous
And she sounded
like a girl I’ve met
Though not sure
how
My eyes couldn’t
dodge her
Now that’s a girl
I met at a taxi rank
It took us minutes
to find ourselves in a taxi
We’ve found common
ground at the backseat we chatting
Already I know it
is to town she is heading
I guess lust is a
drug ‘coz now I’m faded
The thought of the
burbs is gradually dwindling
There was
something more than just chains that pulled us together
Emotionally I felt
tied to her
Suddenly she
leaned on my chest and whispered on my ear
“So Siya… Where
are you heading”
I nearly said ‘the
bedroom’
But I held my horses
and stick to my guns
She was to
gorgeous
Sounded like a
girl I’ve met
Though not sure
how
My eyes couldn’t
dodge her
Now that’s a girl
I met at a taxi rank
I was over-casted
by the cloud of confusion
And she could tell
She had plans and
I could tell
She didn’t have to
yell and she was winning
I was the victim
of her wishes and I was willing
She laid a date on
my laps and I accepted
My trip to the burbs was cut short
The first had
become the last
And the last the
first
She was to
gorgeous
Sounded like a
girl I’ve met
Though not sure
how
My eyes couldn’t
dodge her
Now that’s a girl
I met at a taxi rank
She was ready to
offer as much as I could handle
As cozy as a
couple we kept it
Imprisoned by
romance we captives
Her arms on my
shoulders
My hands on her
hips
My muddy lips
talked dirty to her ears
Her ever smiling
eyes
Could never tell a
lie
So I realized she
was falling out of lust into love
She was to
gorgeous
Sounded like a
girl I’ve met
Though not sure
how
My eyes couldn’t
dodge her
Now that’s a girl
I met at a taxi rank
The day is no
young
We still wondering
in town
Seems these skies
has been hiding love in disguise
It’s one and
another all over the other
Walking hand in
hand
The world under
our feet
We high on love
We love birds we
own these skies
Dating is beyond
consideration
Under the
influence of fun time flies
We in a taxi
heading back to the ghetto
Touch tells no
lies
Eyes tell more
love
Speech reflects on
what the past could hours could mean for tomorrow
She was to
gorgeous
Sounded like a
girl I’ve met
Though not sure
how
My eyes couldn’t
dodge her
Now that’s a girl
I met at a taxi rank
It’s the twilight
We back reflecting
on today’s highlights
The Lord is our
stalker
This day was
heaven-sent
Love is ecstatic
we high on nothing
Back in the ghetto
we behaving
Avoiding sleazy
tendencies
Simply keeping it
simple
Like a ritual we
part
We exchanging
contact details
Oh how do I tell
her
That I already
have her number
And we’ve been
talking on the phone
She is the
mysterious blogger who always has an advice at hand
Generous enough to
accept my private calls
Listen to shitty
stuff about my sinking relationship
She is my distant
mentor
Who has been
meaning to
Guide me through
finding new love in rare places
She’s the bookworm
Who has guided me
through book reading session
Because of her
genuine interest
in mending broken
hearts
How do I tell her
That I found my
way to the bottom of her heart
through the
lessons on her blog
How do I tell her
That she is the
almighty creator of her own newly found love
She was so
gorgeous
Siyabonga Sokhela
Early Days Poetry
Wed 21st July 2010 –
Wed 02nd March 2016
THAT WAS A JOURNEY
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