Poetics

Ashes

Ashes, ashes, in her eyes she breeds a symphony
For me, offers tears like trade secrets, torrential rains
Our kisses are blemished with a past
whose prospect lays in extending our hands to coming rain.
Njambi, we meet at night like ghosts.

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