I wanted to kiss you in another country,
Feel the hairs of your skin with a foreign language,
the only language love has.
I wanted to look at you the way I’d look at the northern lights,
To speak to you in silence,
To let my mouth pet yours, find everything the world
has taken from us in these gasps.
I wanted to belong to you in the middle of a
Swiss cabin away from everything we’d known,
to sit with you on afternoons and snog in the fog.
I wanted to tell you everything from the way you smell,
the way you smile and the way you come to me when you come to me.
But in this country, we call our own, love has escaped before you could tell the texture of my lips
& I have no name so I cannot claim you.
Down here folks say there’s no proper field to exchange hearts like our own,
Where we trade ourselves to each other, so we sit and do nothing,
Except wish that each night we were so mixed in each other’s aura before the chilly harsh morning
There’s so much pain here
A chamber fell last night
A thundering had started earlier and I
thought it a passing wave, a mere flap,
the white sheets turned red, but I slept on,
To snore rather than dare want the
originality of sewing it back together
The silent screams, the nightmare of
A rifting organ oozing what a heart has left to say
But I’d still be shattered, every fixation is but
Let’s get back into creating another mess out of this scar
This time I breathe, exiting, lifeless,
I let this death of my choosing have its way.
One morning we made love over the rising sun
Yellow crimson, few purple clouds
The eyelids of it sang to us, its opening swallowing the world
With light, your hands went in rhythm with the waking waterfalls
The tranquil of our breaths, beautiful moans and the kisses so perfectly
wrapped like gifts upon our lips
If this doesn’t make you forever mine, I do not know what does
One morning we made love, there wasn’t a sound outside
Only a drizzle, snow falling at the sound of your heartbeat
Our window, so spectacular, white and naked
Hands tied, vows made in silence
And we came,
We came into a conclusion that, we are made for each other.
One morning we made love, earlier than usual, dark and evil creeping
Our hearts asking for mercy, for we poured, every part of ourselves
Into each other, we emptied the emptiness of the night,
We screamed the day into each other’s mouths
And you held me against yourself; I always give in to your dark eyes,
And though you made a promise with your words,
I could quite hear the eloquence of this passion dripping the forever
You told.
Makena Mutua is a Kenyan poet, storyteller and Author of dreamy cicada, goodbyes and other sweet letters. Her work has appeared in an Asian anthology, Thoughts from a dark mind. She is inspired by love, frailty, hope and vulnerability.
