Secret Lover Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Every time I fall asleep, a picture of your face bursts into my sight. I see you from under the lids of my eyes, I see your picture project into life.
The touch of your hand is as tight as is the softness of your kissing lips - I recall the last that your lips touched my mouth.

Every time we get together and continue on our secret affair, I know we get together for the joy of getting together: every minute is a special moment. We meet to celebrate who we are and the amazing valor of a woman and her secret love.
I simply know that I am the man of your dreams.
Every encounter is a memorable experience and is joyously devine. I am joyously devine indeed.
Even though we have only doubt about the Almighty God,
I have a dreadful canal mind I don't understand: the pleasures of the body I do not logically know.