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On love (XXXIX)

I begin nestled
in fluid, cord, organs

Then skin and chests and breasts

I keep coming for limbs, lips and cheeks

And when I’m full blown

I still need shoulders, hands and ears

My heart beats in yours

Even if no one hears

Even if this appears only through things that are
bought and sold

When I am told to self quarantine

I will find my accordion/my tambourine/my…
and play for you from my balcony

I will sing with you from my window

I will walk to your home, sms you to come out and
chat from 2 metres

I will forgo my work and play with you

I will find a way to give

In a world built and crumbling
from taking.

Salimah Valiani is a poet, activist and researcher based in Igoli (Johannesburg). She has published four collections of poetry and Dear South Africa, a 2019 Praxis Magazine e-chapbook. Her next poetry collection, 29 leads to love, will be published by Inanna Publications in 2021.

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