Avocado (Part1)
By Khabazela Mkhize

There is something in the air.
Remembrance of a time of utter
flare.
When every moment moved out of
a groove.
When there were no points to
prove.
What's an adult life but a pain in
the head.
Come with me and let me show
how true lovers are made.
In the amazement and hope of the
eyes of a kid.
This grown-up itch and longing my
every word only aims to rid.
Take you back to when the laughs
got you teary high.
When you were in love with the
mud of your curious eye.
How come we have grown so
serious?
That we have forgotten the
warmth of childhood rebellion.
With our bare backs to the fucken
odds.
A calm time when love was happy.
Soft like warm winter morning.
When everything was possible.
11 July 2011 at
12:50 ·