Why do you suffer the look of my eyes
with such intent/ does their brutal blue
inspire you somehow? Why do you
flaunt the curves of your brown body
to the whip of my stare/ does it make you
a star? Then there’s your mind whose soul,
like the singing wind, can never be
possessed/ beauty is no excuse for love/
with crimson and mocha let’s fashion this
union, and bond in a mosaic ampersand/
let my white sea trap the isles of your eyes,
and your sun’s vitamin thaw the polar caps
about me/ let’s do it now, feeding from
one another, whatever may come.
© Rethabile Masilo
Technorati: 
Bi-racial love, 
Lesotho poetry, 
African poetry
Why do you suffer the look of my eyes
with such intent/ does their brutal blue
inspire you somehow? Why do you
flaunt the curves of your brown body
to the whip of my stare/ does it make you
a star? Then there’s your mind whose soul,
like the singing wind, can never be
possessed/ beauty is no excuse for love/
with crimson and mocha let’s fashion this
union, and bond in a mosaic ampersand/
let my white sea trap the isles of your eyes,
and your sun’s vitamin thaw the polar caps
about me/ let’s do it now, feeding from
one another, whatever may come.
© Rethabile Masilo
Technorati: Bi-racial love, Lesotho poetry, African poetry
Tagged as:
Literature,
Poetry,
Racism
