Nombeko

I wrote a
poem about a picture of you and I. 

That
Burgundy blind smile.

That
picture so bright full of teeth I go weak 

Lack in
speech and bewilder the wild child

The tamed
your spirit liquid gone mild find.

Crimson
still dotted with transparent hue

They always
worry about me as I worry for you

But I tell
them, she is her own celestial moon

Her own
brave mind and her own mellifluous tune