sorry
didn't mean to
hamper you with my
wanting
it's just that my 
desire cripples me 
winds me up 
causing me to be demanding 
but i won't help it 
cause in this cold city
a woman forlorn grows
too many thorns 
that even rosy scents 
can't mask the putrifying wounds 
so forgive
my burning yearning i 
only wanted shelter 
from this cold city 
in your embrace

© zamantungwa


 day 3 | 8 June 2011