Thursday, July 23, 2009
I know what your heart is
Before, my mind was a storm
tumultuous, of tortured emotions
they tore through me, swinging, no campus-
they choked me up, swung me from tears
wild laughter, swinging colours, and back.
Then we talked-
It was cool, high on a terrace
soft darkness of night, cut by the noise of
electric lights and cars, occasional train
We sat alone, together and probed
the depth of my wounds, pain.
It was painful, frank; the anesthetic alcohol,
It was opening, free; I saw deep into you,
you probed into me, we
Now life, though tumultuous, is settled
a calm, not terrible, but steady-
the strength of a rock, solid, certain
for I know what your heart is, and you know mine.
©GayUganda 23 Jul 09