She spoke softly
Taking care in the words she spoke
Making sure they rolled off her tongue tenderly
In the way madzimai eruwadzano softly agree ‘Amen’ to a pastor’s teachings
Her words were fiery fire
Neatly caressed into a soft flame as if to quench the restlessness of my ever troubled mind
Her aura captivated
Drew me close
And had me in agreeance before my mind even answered yes
She knew calm
She brought it to me
Dying ambers for my thirsty throat
She was the lake and I, the untamable veld fire
Nature’s elements
Made for each other
In parallel seasons
Interdependent
Even though her mere existence
Could easily severe mine
Intertwined
But destined for separate lives
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