Musaemura Bonas Zimunya Zambia poetry

Her by Musaemura Bonas Zimunya

Her kisses left my lips stinging like a shaven chin her bed-grip left my back aching with vice-pain and breathing she…

See Through by Musaemura Bonas Zimunya

My heart here rages with sun-presence and the noisy open street to embrace indian soft female limbs whose coppery war…

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