A friend wrote this for me, in about 10 minutes I might add, and I thought it was worth sharing.
I dream of a house in Kireka
Sequestered road-side from the dust
Bugler-proof windowed
Behind that fence of wiry restraint
Love undressed like a girl alone
Glorying in the virginal changes
In the peace and restfulness of this house
By a roadside in Kireka
When we would escape hot afternoons
Careless innocent children
Stepping for a rolex in the town city
Met by cheerful male banter, women's sly smiles
There was something in our eyes that spoke
More than the ardent kisses, the ardent gropings
The bed-seeking stumbles
Shared showers, towel fights
Muted tv-watchings
On afternoons in a house in Kireka
I dream of that house in Kireka again
By DTK
5th May 2009
