A Journal To My Person Poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

my eyes itch with dryness
my lies drown to a distant ear
my fingers talk to an instant near
my singers walk in song, singing
my seniors hawk in long, breathing
my skin deepens in color
my wing weakens in lava
my mouth preys on green
my doubt snails on skin
my heart beats me faster
my heart feeds me after
my armor is the mind of person
my honour is the kind to happen
my two eyed person surrounds me
my two legged person allows me
my few naked eyes arouse me
my new rated twice than seen
i knew, fainted, i rise to team
up with my other self
my senses dance to a tempo
my lenses tense to a memo
my forces urge to a corner
my closet edge to a loner
my heritage restores me
my history endures me
my tongue seduces me
my person rebukes me
my ear advances me
my eyes still itch in dryness
my eyes still deep in kindness