Catching dirt with your eyelashes,
You lay down like violet fields,
Somebody told me that a rainbow
melted in your eyes
it sank in so deep that behind
one-lid lies a forest and behind
the other is an ocean,
I love it.
Tippytoe-walker how you dodge
glass chippings with ease yet
you set yourself in no man’s land
with your eyes tracing clouds in the
oblivious to how crazy I am for explorers
those who can name the stars backwards
and tell you exactly how many bicycles there
are in Beijing.
Looking at the world like it’s a mere town along
the roads on your palms.
. And sometimes your acetone words
and your cold shoulders startle me
but they don’t take anything from
how I feel at home when we come
cheek to cheek
how my forehead ever has a print
of your lipstick.
How we link arms and chase shadows
in city streets
mimicking car alarms and eating
Corn in tiny cups that we clench onto like
Hijacking carousels and laughing
At innocent bystanders as they raise their
Sugar cookies and chamomile tea we have
Tea-parties with park ants.
I see you lifting your limbs and dancing
wherever visible sunrays meet dirty pavements
and I watch you glisten like snow flakes
and I watch you unravel, who would have known
how you hid yourself, shy eyes?
by Upile Chisala 26/12/2011