Strangers

We have met before somewhere forgotten;

where we shared joyous laughter with tears;

clutching on to each other till dawn.

Woken by our odour;

we tasted, squeezed and rubbed;

till palms imprinted into the flesh.

Yes we know each other;

your eyes smile it to me;

strangers but only in this moment.

© Cleopatra Chipo Kuuya 2005

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