Picture gotten from-Rominblack
The quiet of the distance
The distance between the space
Her tongue rising only to fall
Her lips parting only to sigh
And her voice heard, only to falter
And only the heart in his voice could lift her gaze
And this is the fortress of our romance;
Rears at rage,
Even the boundaries bicker
The carcasses of our empty pain linked umbilically
And the laughs of our yesterday stand appalled
Is this the fortress of our romance?
Tight eyes open only with hope of a promise
The promise to be held beyond our grief
And the faith in his safe hands,
Ones that nudged my entirety to life
And cradled my fears to sleep
For the edge we sought had found us
And only our instinctive breath had pulled us beyond our volatile volition
In hindsight, this really was our fortress
For only here did we fight, to love
And cry to smile
And part to be held.
Part 1: contributed by Dyna Ekwueme
In soft touch we rekindled,
doses of unfelt passion.
The place we had it all
bearing it with trade marks of our untold kisses
The memoirs of our romance
The letters written in penance.
Oh darling! how strong can you feel this love
the plight of our soft edges.
Let me save you this beating heart
a thousand times and more
to feel this thing we bore,
Disclaimer:This piece was originally written by Vic-Sandra and part contributed by me. No parts were added by any other.
Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2016.