If that is sothen let it come from your heart,not your ego.Let the genuine and tender be apparentalong the lines, furrowsvalleys, plateaus of your face;and the hairy underbelly of your nature.Let it be that you could have mined herfor all … Continue reading
Remember the timeyou used to steal glances at me,your almond eyes quietly presumingmy ungovernable nature?-yet I wasn’t much of a rebel.Remember when we were courteousyet sworn opposites?Now we talk about back then as if we knewwe’d end up sitting side … Continue reading
It’s a pleasure to witness your happybut not as much as it is to observe your fulfilledwithin the most mundane of moments,within the act of being you,when you’re almost alone,amongst the absence of thosewho think they know you,they for whom … Continue reading
Flimsy promises making their way across a balmySub-Saharan sky,held up by spurs of the moment,swept on via jealous winds. 3% chance of fulfilment.Never trust the smooth tongueof a being concocted by your own desires. All Rights ReservedCopyright © 2021 Tebogo … Continue reading
I had forgotten how to lovewhen you built a stairway to my hell. …my inferno: a mangled mass of existential curveballs, bleeding mess, piercing misery. There you transfigured thistles and thorns into the strong kind of tender -work we’re always … Continue reading
The Amateur's Quill 