We love violently
Cry and kiss at the same time
As our chests heave with want and hesitation
We feel extravagantly
Run to heaven and hell at the same time
As our reconciliation bleeds with desperation and collectedness
And we are on heat
Like a cow battling a dose of artificial stimulator
Then we stop, breathe and conquer these militant things within
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Harriet Anena wrote her first poem in 2003. It secured her bursary to high school and a license to use and abuse words at poetic pleasure. She has done that and more, venturing into the wordier world of fiction story writing. Her literary works have been published by the Caine Prize, African Writers Trust, BooksLive and African Sun Press. Anena runs a blog for poetry, fiction, media reviews, and commentaries at Jotspot. http://anenah.wordpress.com/
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