Once, by the absence beside me,
Elements of her ruse slowed
down the clocks.
My trust; a wanderer
waylaid by uncertainty
wrapped in impatience.
My body is now a Sphinx;
Part heart, Part Want,
Promised
desire and decisiveness.
I see reflections in blank screens,
Talking to the blister I got
Announcing my space-carved
Silence into other blooms.
She knows words of water,
War of worlds will come
out of every key and wash away
The scent of memory in
Her fingers.
Read – Second Hand Sentences – A Poem by Lushaju Gervaz, Tanzania
This poem was published in the December 2021 Edition of the WSA Magazine
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