Alvin Kathembe

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Forbidden Fruit

Ain’t that the way it always starts? – A simple round of conversation Becomes a subtle flirtation A suggestion, an invitation; Torturous tantalization… H...
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Drops of mercury

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair And drops of mercury on her lips The twinkling dance of stars in her hips And little...
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Precious

You are; My war, my peace My golden fleece; No ocean could keep me away from you Nor Jason and all his retinue – And I am as nothing to you... But I am pr...
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Stargazers

We stare, transfixed, at the glittering stars Like the mages of old; We follow where they would lead us – To no new king But maybe a new scene – As we star...
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Meat

Bodies gyrating And undulating Flesh upon flesh Clasping and grasping And grabbing, and groping Watchers staring, and swearing And gasping, and gaping – ...
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The student

Shuffling sheepishly, shaking his shaggy head Sleep still stinging his half open eyes He staggers sluggishly into class Sits heavily on his chair And takes ...

Alvin Kathembe

Alvin is a Truthseeker, lover of art and literature. He writes for the mind, and might touch your heart in the process. Changing the world starts with you – it may only seem to be a drop in the ocean, but what is an ocean but a multitude of drops? #Peace