Dream Fever
red is a tangy metallic taste
in our mouths but
She is still breathing among us
Eyes dark brown like wet jungle soil
She is still singing toward us
Hair black curls like the billowing ocean at night
droplets are salty sour stings
in our eyes but
She is still dancing beside us
Skin smooth like wind beaten trees
She is still pulsing inside us
Soul deep like the mines of Johannesburg we dig
She sings in our hearts
She breathes in the sweaty, bruising heat of our mines
She pulses in our slumber
She dances in the rotten, stuffy rooms of our hostels
Freedom encumbered
She is still the burning fever
inside our fitful dreams
August 18th, 2006 at 6:13 am
what happened to those people?
something bad i guess. good lyrical content, very dramatic ( i assume that is what you were wanting though is some dramatical poetry) you are quite talented little sister.