Hold Me Tight
Hold me tight
Until you let go by the cliff
Where gravitational force will pull me,
Where the wind will blow me towards
The mountain of tomorrow
And the Sun of today.
Wrap me like a fine corn with your embrace
Shake my feelings back and forth
Uncork my heart like a champagne bottle
And release me over the cliff and pa!
Let the champagne bubbles hit the ground like my tears
Pull my soul in those two glasses
Drink after you make a toast
Recall the last time you saw me…
Hold us tight
Till you do not let go.
Come to the cliff
Wrap you like a fine cane
Shake yourself like a champagne bottle–
Your feelings are already on the mountain of tomorrow
Release yourself and follow me.
The Kind of Love
the kind of love that makes myself bleed
tears
when i use my brain to track all the losses
revealing a billion petals of a flower you’ve planted in my heart
revealing the bruises of your sweet soft voice in my mind
revealing the infinite times i’d break on top of your absence
the kind that makes me say
“iby’abajya ikuzimu bigeze iwa Ndabaga“
(the episodic seasons of hades are out of hands)
the kind of sentiments these lines entail
leaving you unaware of my sadness
over-pouring weariness
the kind this season is displaying
has defined you—my Exterior Heart
Featured image by Unsplash
About the Contributor
Divine Ukwishatse is an ambitious lady who lives in Kigali. She dreams of pursuing programs related to aerodynamics. She writes poetry and short stories to express her feelings, especially when they have captured her. Divine has been active in a variety of activities, including administrative, information technology, and mental health. She enjoys multitasking on both hot and cold days. She loves spending time with friends and family, dancing, shouting, and going on random adventures.
