Silence

 
They say silence is golden,
But I wonder –
What was golden,
About the deafening silence,
That tore apart my ears,
When the vuvuzela sounds died down,
In the aftermath of the World Cup?
Please tell me what was golden,
About the eerie silence of my house,
When just my voice echoed and echoed
In the rooms and corridors
After all the children had moved out?
Surely what was golden,
About the silence of my bedroom,
When my wife,
So full of laughter and stories,died?
© P. Chidavaenzi
August 16, 2010

The Morning After

I was angry,
Bitter
After it was all done
The warmth of that night
In your arms
A night of passion and fire
Paled in the cold angry morning light
filled with a cold taste of ashes

I felt let-down,
  Angry,
Full regret and self-loathing
In my drunken stupor.

Cosseted away at that lodge
I had given myself to you,
An offering an the altar of lust
As if you were a sex god.
© P. Chidavaenzi, 2010

Brown Sugar

Natural but sweet,
Such is your taste,
The taste of brown sugar
Sweeter than honey,
Raw sugar from Chiredzi cane,
I’d lick you to heaven if I could,
And let the sugar drip on my tongue!
© P. Chidavaenzi, 2010.

Rugare

Ndicharuwanawo here rugare?
Ko yangu nhamo,
Zvainenge yechipikirwa?
Ko iko kusemesa kwayo?
Kunge rupasa rwezerere,
Kana ndove yemunhu
Ko inga vamwe,
Vanongokwesha shure nemadhora?
Ndingaanongewo kupi?
Ndingaruwane kupi rugare?
(c) P. Chidavaenzi, 2010.
All rights reserved.

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You mend the broken places Inside me –
You are the balm,
To the wounds in my soul
Your voice,
Gentle and smooth
Stills the demons,
That haunt my nights.
© P. Chidavaenzi, 2010
All rights reserved.