by Dimakatso Sedite
I reach out to hug you
All I feel is wire
I kiss the breeze of your
sighs instead.
How do you breathe
surrounded by hardness?
Or is this the shape of a man?
A statue surrounded by
moths under a lamppost?
I’m a butterfly
I flutter in
in warmth
in colour.
The breeze of your sighs
the beat between your thighs –
the only warmth I ever felt.