by Tom Mukasa
When my arm stretches,
let it linger as it reaches,
let it touch what it craves,
let it grasp what it loves.
Like the croon of a male dove,
the coquettish side steps of a doe,
in a courtship dance,
whose inevitability is a twosome.
A sameness out of longing,
a oneness fully consummated,
a privacy uninterrupted,
a closeness never intruded.
I wake up to whirring noise,
sometimes loud and distant,
my present and past,
all a blur transfigured in a poise.
Inner self meets reality,
as long as I expect pity,
a halo over identity,
a life on the sand dunes of integrity!
Ashore go the pebbles,
the raging sea in me stirs,
like the uprising of fiery rebels,
ceaseless and forever restless.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Tom Mukasa is a recipient of the Anne Frank Human Rights Award. He lives in San Francisco, California USA, enjoys country-walks, volunteers with social development organizations. He has a passion for working in the laboratory and with teams working towards the cure of HIV. He is the co-founder of the Global Social Justice Action Against Xenophobia (JAXp). He is a blogger but also finds time to write poem-stories using the traditional Buganda style rendered in English. Many more of his poems are on: ugandabeinsanfrancisco.blogspot.com. Enjoy reading them but do not forget to share a remark as well as following him. Thank you, you are lovely!
Last updated July 14, 2015