He... is my handsome soldier
I keep forgetting him and replacing him
with offers from invisible others
He.. is my handsome soldier
the one that defies enemies , the one that defies pain
the one that takes my pain away
He is my handsome soldier
the one that is strong and faithful
knows how to touch me knows how to feed me
with life
He is my handsome soldier
the one that stands by my side
he stands by my side always and forever
He is my handsome soldier
fighting for what's right
its 3 am in the middle of khartoum affairs, the city is calm yet you can hear the soft blunder of wizzing air conditions and breaking trees across the african wind - you can taste the deserts oceans and the starvation of colour - the night is peaceful yet traumatic with heat - it's ..... 3 am where a balcony affair intervened through my heart I can see his eyes through the window and feel his touch across my hair - my curls falling to his grace and hypnotised by his courage - he makes africa he creates time - he is in my time my street of passion - the sound of the dark awakes my intensity to be free_ feel free - i forge identity of strength but really I am so very weak in front of him
he lifts his arms and I enter into a world of such drastic emotion I could go blind _ with tantalising success
the leaves outside bliss and the cars sleep yet the damage is crucial
I whist in his madness and fall to his temptation
I crave for his ego and melt in his eyes
he is my body my anger my hope my affair
and I know him
without words
with every feeling
I can write about him because he makes me feel clean
he creates the world i imagine
he writes the letters I should use
he breaks the pain in my heart
and wipes it away
he shatters my tears
he fights my battles
he never fails
he is my handsome soldier the one I have been born to live for
the one I have replaced the one that is wondering where I am
the one that i have left behind in that heated african beauty of darkness
where it was 3 am and the world was going to lustful anticipation
I was there he was there
sweet white linen and velvet silk honey and milked tea falling whispers of magnitude that carress a love so strong i believe
I believe when i close my eyes....it is there
but I have not been engaged to deploy my army of faith
I feel broken to find him
for he fights so beautifully and he is so much stronger than me in his beliefs
i cannot engage to have him..................
the curtains queitly move_ their paige cotton talking with the wind -
here are two lovers they share that are so perfect for each other
they are ....one
they are..... handsome
they are....... not yet here
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