Sonnets Of Poems Poem by Sinaso Pamela Mxakaza

on cold days when the sun hides
and blood freezes,
with trails of snow breath in the air
I will warm fires in my hands
to hold you dear
write love songs on your skin
infuse them into your blood stream as body heat
You can inhale me as hot beverages
to heat up the cold edges around your heart
at nights when sleep wont kiss your lids
these fingers will merge with the coarseness
of your hair play it like guitar strings to the songs
our hearts wont sing out loud, plait
tales of our being on your memory
massage road maps of our souls
on the tissues linked to your skull
When you cry
I will link my rivers with yours
be your ocean sands
to harbour your tides
I wont be a lighthouse
that might shine for another
the stars can be our guide
I will write sonnets of poems for you
to overcome death
to rejoice when we birth
for seduction and bliss
to love and honour
as breath when we suffocating
to fill the silence when we are not talking
as a truce when we are too stubborn
I have kept half my heart for you
if that's not enough
take it all
through the bitter
and thorny paths of life
the roller coaster rides
when we both feel like
giving up
we can co exist on
the highs of loves bind
knowing we will never let go
get drunk on each other
taste the milk and honey
voices of poetry session
pulsing life in ghetto streets
of verse that I will to recite for you
I will write sonnets
to give you hope
A haiku to remind you
of beauty
the world your mirror
awaken your sense
ignite flames in you
when all I got is you
and we wish to be anywhere but here
with hostile eyes
in my soul I keep for each day
a poem for you
to rise the sun from
behind the clouds
to strengthen your knees
humble your heart
and soften the anger in your eyes
put a smile on your face
to move God
to blaze a wildfire in your spirit
in each of these ways
I only begin to describe
what my heart echoes,
that I love you
I would love you
left out the ark
drowning down Gods wrath,
deceived by snakes into hell
naked in the face of the world
I will write poetry
in your fingerprints,
imprint it in sensual way
in whispers of sweet nothings
breathe it into your seeds
carve it into your spine
just to feed your soul
to show you light
me up like a altar candle
only to be blown out
by heavens end
I will give love new names
in poems I will write for you
wrap it around your soul
in new ways