Sensual seduction.
Been through plains and mountains, ridges and valleys,
thru the world, thru forests and naked land,
boy, was I tired.
I had worked out my way,
Thru hair raising touches, soft hills known as Goosebumps,
And sometimes the earth ‘shaked’,
Ain’t talking bout an earthquake, talking of an earth quick!
Girl, had I guts!
Been thru the air, the clouds, the ozone layer, no, the stratosphere.
To say I had peered thru the planets,
The galaxy, the universal wonder,
I woun’t be lying.
To say that during my escapades, my excavations,
That I don’t know if I was rising or falling
Moving or still, light or heavy,
Nervous, anxious, ambitious, courageous, mischievous, delirious or just berserk;
That I wouldn’t know.
All I know I had reached the spring.
So winter had gone by, I was enjoying spring,
Determined to be simmer in SUMMER,
Sometimes I wish summer woun’t be followed by autumn.
I stretched out and felt the music of dripplin H2O,
Crystal water dripplin down the soft slippery rocks.
I stretched out and felt the humming of the birds,
The noise of the ‘silence’. The sound of the spring.
My thirst could not withstand the scorching sun,
So I tasted the water, the first step of quenching my thirst.
Can’t tell how it tasted.
Does water have a taste?
All I know is that I was electrified, erectified.
Thus my thirst grew, no, leaped to the peak.
I had no option.
The spring was way way beyond inviting, it was vulnerable.
I dived.
The cooling water made my skin feel purple, supple,
I drank to my feel.
That’s the problem.
As much as I may want mo, can’t get mo.
Y? Cuz I fuckin drunk to my fill.
The spring got me drunk to my fill.
That’s what I hate about the cool enchanting spring waters.
As much as u refrain ya self, u r always caught up, drunk to ya fill,
Though you may thirst for mo, U’ll get mo in the next chapter.
TULIA MWANANGU: KUWA MPOLE. 