Her and (Between) the Two Men Part 1
She had just met them, the two men.
And of course at first she would appear an innocent child;
With an innocent face but caught between the two men.
Her smile could make a bachelor’s taste by the night;
Like dreams over shadows of a teenager’s eye.
Her thighs could drag a man’s feet to a jury. Her eyes;
Could provoke a blind man’s sight to the chest of a juvenile.
But at times she would appear a crazy child, a lazy child.
And she would pride between the two men. She would cry;
A silent tear and she would choose to die inside.
She gave it a try at once and a dozen times thereafter. Her life;
Was a talk of the town, she’d frown;
She’d frown—but ignore. She was the gem of African beauty.
And the voice in her told her to be calm but she would ignore.
She would act as though she did not know.
She had brutal eyes of the beholder. She was still younger;
Than her first daughter when she met her sudden lover,
He was a little older than her but kind to be a brother.
He was a man. A fighter. A warrior, but a drifter.
He had become an intruder, an abuser,
And their friendship could not sustain its vulnerable matter;
But her and between the two men.
She had just met the other, and on way to the other.
She had escaped from the other, O what a saga!
Her and between the two men.
She could not bend to mend a broken heart;
But decided to desert the inner self to a fallen kind.
She submitted herself to the civilized kind. The broken kind.
The material kind. And she was a teenager. She was enticed;
By fairy tales of the working class. And she would miss a class,
To quench an old friend’s thirsty days. But the two men retained theirs.
They kept a secret. And the secret between the two men became a little curious.
And curiosity is relative. It is never absolute. You’d rather be a coward;
But curious for rhetorical matters to unfold beneath the mountain of lovers.
Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema
The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality and Mental Inspiration Poetry