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Tsotso magazine
ON A HOSPITAL BED
ON A HOSPITAL BED
ON A HOSPITAL BED
I feel the desireTo hold you in my arms
And kiss you again, and again,
To tell you how much
I love you
But all I can do
Is watch you
Sitting there
On that wooden stool
Gazing at me
As if I were stone.
I can see tears in your eyes
And your sad, lined visage.
Touch me
I’m still alive
Can’t you see my bosom heaving?
Don’t cry
Say something
Or smile . . .
© 1996, Toga Jamu
From: Tsotso (June 1996)
From: Tsotso (June 1996)
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ON A HOSPITAL BED
I feel the desireTo hold you in my arms
And kiss you again, and again,
To tell you how much
I love you
But all I can do
Is watch you
Sitting there
On that wooden stool
Gazing at me
As if I were stone.
I can see tears in your eyes
And your sad, lined visage.
Touch me
I’m still alive
Can’t you see my bosom heaving?
Don’t cry
Say something
Or smile . . .
From: Tsotso (June 1996)
ON A HOSPITAL BED
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