Love Or Lust
written by: Ntuthuko Brian Ncobeni
Onto dust
He hits the ground
Confused was this love or lust
One wine bottle, a single wine glass
First glass, second glass and after the third glass she began making phone calls
His cellular phone vibrates
He jumps with excitement to answer
“Hey, Head over and join me tonight you’re mine oh and don’t forget to bring more wine”.
Onto dust
He hits the ground
Confused was this love or lust
She slips into her silky smooth red evening dress
Exposing her beach Sandy-like legs
Red lipstick on her soft lips
Like a perfectly positioned sniper
She was ready to fire
He held a bottle of wine and in the other hand was a red rose
She opened the door and greets him with her deadly French kiss than whispers in his ears “Come in”. He swallowed his saliva as he was about to conquer his fears.
Onto dust
He hits the ground
Confused was this love or lust
Glass after another as she giggles complementing his sense of humor
It was not long until he held her against the wall and they rapidly until completely stripped each other.
Love was in the air
He plunged his spear
Made love without a glove
Passionately over and over
Within this moment they had been a pare
Onto dust
He hits the ground
Confused was this love or lust
It was not long until there were talks of a lifetime together
But too often she would storm out
Too often at night in shadows
To mysterious destinations
Far from seeing or being seen
One night he laid in bed alone
Outside the apartment flashed blue and orange lights. He opened the door and was told “You have the right to remain silent and anything you say can be used against you in court”‘
Onto dust
He hits the ground
Confused was this love or lust
He reacts in fear screaming “You’re mistaken, what have I done”, whilst trying to escape the strong grip the policeman had on him dragging him to the back of the van. He had fallen victim of being one of many men falsely accused of rape.
The more time he spent behind bars the greater his hatred for her grows, how could the one he loved dearly betray him like this.
Now weeks later he’s innocent proven, he returns to his apartment and for a moment he thought he had arrived at the wrong place, He could not recall living in such an empty space, She took everything and left without a trace.
Onto dust
He hit the ground on his knees
Screaming “Broken Promises”
Does love really exist
Screaming “Broken Promises”
Who do I let in, who do I trust
In this world of filter full of lust.
From the rural area of KwaMpande, Pietermaritzburg, South Africa is where Ntuthuko Brian Ncobeni comes from. I began writing in 2009.
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