You Are The Sky- Lerato Masubelele

You Are The Sky is an Anthology published  by Lerato Masubelele. He has featured various South African Poets, and I had the honour of contributing two of my poems. 

Links to my poems, Naked and Over The Years, as well as a free ebook of You Are The Sky, are below.  Please share your comments.

Poem Links:

Naked – Kamogelo Mopai

Over The Years- Kamogelo Mopai

Book Link:

You Are The Sky

 

Kamogelo Mopai

 

 

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Sinful White Linen

Laying in sinfully white linen,

Covering the remains of my body,

Which are drenched in sex and loneliness.

 

Unable to fathom the debt I paid for love,

Because no one is able to hold me once you’re gone.

Not only am I swimming in your sweat,

I’m drowning in thoughts of you,

Unable to utter another man’s name.

Unable to spit out the sins I effortlessly swallowed last night.

Unable to get you out of my head…

 

Because the Coffee I wanted so bad,

Landed up being the Coffin I eagerly buried myself in.

 

I can’t help but reminisce about how bad I longed for your kiss,

The same kiss which happened to suck out my soul, along with my logic.

I am as unfamiliar with my surroundings as I am to myself.

 

A constellation of regret lays swift on my window seal,

As I did on the bed, waiting to be consumed by your darkness,

Because the stars and I aren’t strangers to the one thing that makes us Come alive…

I Wanted Coffee…

A passionate history of empty promises,

In the chamber of moments never written,

I was waiting for you…

Your presence

poured out like perfume –

No wonder I adored you so much.

Just wanting you to look at me once more…

Just look at me like love.

And like a break from war,

I accept you with open arms wide open,

Just glad that you’re breathing again,

And glad that you’re whole.

 

 

Now I am everything depicting broken because it is my heart that you stole.

Now here you are…

And I am unable to feel my own hollow; due to the illusion that you make me whole.

Waking up next to you, with the smell of coffee brewing parallel to morning dust.

Coffee synonymous to lust

At this moment, I am unable to differentiate between love and lust.

I’ve avoided so many potential heartbreaks

Yet I still want to face your heads on.

Upon preparation for this moment

I specifically said I wanted coffee.

And not coffee in the morning.

But Coffee as a gesture.

A simple gesture to show that you care.

 

A Good Thing…

It’s just unfortunate that people want to possess a “good thing”…
What they don’t realize is that what makes you fall in love are the little moments exchanged and at no point can you just opt to have those in a glass jar and store them for when you’re longing again.
So they land up wanting to possess the person who provides those precious moments, even though they aren’t meant for them.
And that’s how good things are ruined; forcing to capture the person and not the moments. And that, for me is humanity’s greatest flaw
Side Note: I believe love is powerful enough to indicate what’s truly made for you
People opt to settle for moments instead of waiting for love handcrafted for them.

Unwanted Possession

Signed by Kiarra.

Who owns rape?

Because I’ve been indirectly told that it cannot belong to me.

With things like…

Lets go over this again.

What happened?

Who did it?

Are you sure?

What did you do?

I am sorry that I can recall things I do not want to.

Like unfamiliar energies taking down my circuits.

I apologize that I’m not the skinny girl with a short skirt.

I am sorry that I possess a rape memory.

And honestly, you can have it back.

I never wanted it to belong to me.

Yet, you’re acting like I’m unworthy.

As if rape comes with standards.

While most women fixate on what they could’ve done to prevent it.

I have to fixate on what’s so unbelievable about it happening to me.

I start becoming ashamed to tell my story.

I mean…

Who would listen without judgment?

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