WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

IMAGE
I am not in my own image
neither black nor white
I am not in  my own  shadow
neither of Sun nor the moon
I am not in my own shape
neither smooth nor sharp;
my body is like a sea wave,
hold me if you can
and I become the roar between
your breasts and  lips
I am your blade
to chop through the flesh
and then into your heart
I am your salt
to pour it on your wounds:
wounds of mind
I am your blood
to sip it while you sleep.