We could see
the sun’s reflection
across sections
of
rolling seas,
We stood
under an eternity
of palm trees
sipping tea
held
in palms
already simmering,
Simmering
as we stood
staring.
And that’s when
You asked me if
I loved you too
And
all I did
was look at you
Stammering
7.37 AM
Morning
© Hudson Biko
You
almost
meant
something
;
that scared me.
© Hudson Biko
He
lumbers
across fields
painted in hues of
green and white.
Leaving
fragments
of exerted strength
they call sweat
Set
in subsets
of upsets
they ultimately call-
regret.
© Hudson Biko
He came
like a puppet
tied to
fragments
of fleeting interest and temporary enticement.
© Hudson Biko
In waves of unexpectation
it comes
crushing down
waves
they
call
sensation.
© Hudson Biko
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