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