The Wedding

He stood there
black bold and beautiful
In black and white
I only had to walk to him
My legs could not slow down
So I ran
The daughter of fire ran
Ran into his cold frozen arms
He held her tight
She gasped and everyone stared
A Kipchoge bride
The priest shook his head
Stuttering but fragrantly
she said
We are now one
The artist and the poet
The poet and the artist
all in one
the dream ran short
and the girl smirked

The broken

I held him
the time he broke a knee
saving a daughter
he did not sire
axed wood
for her beauty pyre
she was his
everyone knew
everyone except her
the hidden blood
yet with a heart
so swift
she clasped her breath
touched his heart
lied on his chest
and screamed her last