Every spring I open my petals
And let you sip my nectar
You draw my sweetness with a needle
Your kisses bruise but I need you
You know not how to give
But you sure can take
You flap your wings until they hum
You turn your head upside down
You speak in colour
Your feathers, metallic in the sun
You do not sing,
You dance, for you.
Neema Komba (born 1987) Tanzania
Source: Neema Komba's website
Her book of poems "See through the Complicated" is available here
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