OSMOSIS

OSMOSIS

If it was your wish

To dream of us in four colour theorem

Always believe in tomorrow

A foundation of us

The probability of our hearts affair

Unearth our correlation

Fragment the shape of time

In high spirits we catch the winds

Crave to untangle my world, my circumference

Reside in your radius

Common days to be endless

Midnight calls short of rupture

In an indefinite proportion blossom

Multiply our power into prolific

The common denominator of our ambitions

In the open space of expectation

Tally the days of expansions

We will be in unison, my love

In some dimension an infinitesimal calculus

Love as the equation

Beloved you had me thinking

SAFFRON

I absorbed the woman in her

Spoke with an accent

Sat with her legs crossed

Her chin in her hand

She said her name was Saffron

She moved in with a bass guitar and Burberry bags

Heatwave it was July

She said she was from New Orleans

Home of the blues, spiced oxtail and fried ribs

Her voice was deep and accentuated

Skin flawless, she was summer

Brown golden highlights

Eyes a mirror of baby Barbie

Eyes the colour of the sea

She sang the blues like Aretha Franklin

Her voice rippled sonoric in the waterfalls

Walked silently feet turned as a Ballerina

Makes a man’s heart melt

Loved Lillies of the Fields

Desired to study Sydney Poitier

She was radiating

Self-possessed, halcyon

Deluged by her aura

Immersed in her scent

Absolutely blooming Miss Dior

SIFIRNIA CONCERTANTE

If I could paint the arcane part of my past

Unblemish the storehouse of my history

Set free the wounded bird at the seashore

The inflamed charred senses of certitude

Could I be loved

If I could empty the fragmented crushed heart that was stung

Cold words that run through my veins

Stomach the deceit in his voice

Misgivings in my affections

Could I be loved

If I could let my guard down

Put on show a picture of the heart of a child

Fragile akin the Roses of Sharon

Whisper nostalgic words into your memories

Alluring inviting sounds kindred Sifirnia Concertante

Crescent moons in my essence

Perfumed as Moonflower and Tigerlillies

Could I be loved

If I could chronicle my days

Sonorous aspirations for love

Unclothe my sackcloth and ashes

The ambitions of my dreams

Would love, love me

PORT IN A STORM

He revolutionised my mind

Envisioning the world with a slant

Earth 23 degrees on a tilt

Heart to heart he was my gain

An enigma eccentric with a good name

He mutated into my allure

Placed himself in my thoughts

Day dreams of fancy

Secured me, my port in a storm

Windswept I was standing in the gusts of his emanation

A force of presence

My possibility

My odds on favourite

My days were delight,romance and bliss

He was my roadstead a place of safety

My prize

Buoyant I am happy

Anna Kapungu is writer photographer whose debut Poetry collection Water Falling between words was published in 2016. Her poems have since been published in major print and online publications magazines and journals including Jonah, The Opiate, Aaduna, Mystic Blue Review ,Halcyone, HCE Review, Adelaide Literary and Blazevox Her work is been featured in several Anthologies which are in The British Library United Kingdom and Canada .She currently resides in the United Kingdom and has obtained a BA Hons Degree in Hotel Management from South Bank University London