Tuesday, July 29, 2008

How to stay warm in the city

by Phillippa Yaa De Villiers

The Yeoville winter evening
loves its people
skin to skin:
this seducing season that
stripped the trees now
tongues nipples into hardness;
charcoal breath caresses
naked necks and runs
its freezing fingers over faces;
the limbs with

As the molten heart of day submits,
the city inherits
its transient gold,
but we resist the insistent evening’s kiss
with its
traces of death’s embraces;
we quit the cloying cold
our private and modular,
singular accommodations;
one by one
we blow to flame our comfort
and surrender
to domestic rituals:

Yeoville, imboula mountain
The lights of flats like embers.

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