The Other Woman

by Dr. Uma Asopa

All I ask for is dissolution -
A peripheral in my core,
A myth in my thought.
I sleep in your grip, my woman.

You are the singer - I follow your notes.
You are choreographer - I dance to your steps.
You orchestrate- I become restless.
You sulk -I retreat.

All I seek ever is revelation.
Your moment - my define,
Your freedom - my confine,
Your reach, my zone.

A little freedom bird, you are, my woman.
Fly one day to your horizon.
I shall hold on to your wings
And cross these oceans.

11-Dec-2005

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