my love is a kenyan river

an early night
in late july
memories flood back
of hot sex
on cold mornings
secret gropings
after frantic
taxi rides
peals of romantic laughter
you brewing
masala chai and scrambled mayai
before hopping on
the number four
from sun city
to afya centre
she that i
used to sneak from
to be with you
is resting six feet under
and is watching
us from above
even as i
wonder
what happened
to the one
you sneaked to
when you ran
away from me
know you this
my love for you
is the river tana
ever flowing
knowing not
drought or hailstorm
low or high season...