Scribbles

Beholding your face, I hope in my arms you grow, To flourish in them, And become a flower soft, With beauty of the blue sky. Gerry Sikazwe

Offer me your heart, And I will remodel it; Patching up its cracks, Polishing bright its dull skin, For all to see, its beauty. Gerry Sikazwe

Be wise my daughter, These men you see are beasts, Beasts wild and hungry, Don't be naive, you can't tame them, Run, their thirst none can slake. Gerry Sikazwe

Your touch benumbs me And tickles at the same time Its as rays but more Bringing stinging sensations Than of fires in the Sun's belly Gerry Sikazwe