A Love Poem by Maison Nkurrunah: Cardiac Strings

Every time I took the sheep out to the fields. 
It was both out of responsibility and out of unblemished affection for the bleating of the lambs was the backdrop to our love sessions. 

When our hearts were intertwined like the soft branches of the Olopito weed coiled together in pain, through hard times and in need. 

When I look back and remember, your smile lights up my own. Sometimes, I shed a tear too and feel it flow down for you. 
For us. 
For love. 

I still wish I could pick you the Maasai love grass. 
Like I used to do in April while they were in full bloom. 

Or lay down by the Siyapei River. 
Feel your sharp shy gasps of breath cut through the country air. 
These beautiful memories are my cardiac strings. 
The motivation I need for my heart to beat. 

I still chuckle every moment that memory train crosses my mind. 
Those childhood memories that we left behind. 
Yet they remain engraved in my soul in letters of gold. 
Pure, naive, and gloriously untold.