Ms. Bota poetry

When I first saw
Your face in dim light
Everything seemed right
Love's seed you sow
A pleasant smile
My way you gave

The earth, still stood
And it's breath, held
To behold our momentous love
Time stopped on its tracks
To let us enjoy the moment's grove

Pleasant music reverberated
In my heart smitten by your affection
Moist breath caressed my earlobes
" I love you my gentle one."
His voice echoed
His love , an endless water spring
Nourishing in all seasons
Forever lost
In his warm embrace.

THE WHITE COLLAR JOB

A hand on a bundle on her head
The other supports a skinny child
Who on an empty milk bottle sucks
Her face once smooth like mucus
Now jaws bones force their way out
Of a pale grey skin
Like an old cow's udder
Her breasts hung
Her eyes once vibrant and hopeful
Now sunken into their sockets hopeless
The love of her life dashes past her
His grey buttocks peeping
Out of an old windowed pair of khaki shorts
"HE WILL FIRE US! THE FOREMAN."
He whispers
They jog along the dusty path
Their feet hardened by the daily treks
By the wet concrete at the sight too
This white collar job
Promised by their relation
Before she became sodden
In the taxpayers' sweat!

IF YOU HAVE TO GO

if you have to go
Let the bushes we cleared
Let the fields we tilled
Let the seeds we planted
Let the fruits we harvested before maturity
Be a grave secret
Do not let them ungravel it
As it might cost me in the next season

If you have to go
Delete the memories of us
Of the laughter filled days
That we spent together
Of the tears we shed fighting for each other
Of the sacrifices we made to let it sprout
Then I will let you go