I’m hiding beneath my tunic another’s own,
My fingers clasped in priceless fold.
I hold in my Mind a moments grandeur,
Of birth bleak but existence infinite.
Bourne in Nonchalant cast,
Betraying not the Tempest within;
It ravages my being demanding mention,
to Leave and let Live, to be free.
Were it my lot to give back,
I would in manner equal;
Only to steal it back again!
That which plagues my soul,
That which fills my being with secret longing……
This anothers Kiss!
©njuguna Xavier 2011