Your nips gently beckon The little love bites of winter. I almost forgot the world is cold, patiently, You remind me, “Once again, Summer’s fibs, those emerald promises made in sultry heat? Lay auburn and garnet the citrine streets.” Layers of dormant comfort, soft foliage Remind me, while you peck politely, Then shamelessly crack my lips. All Rights Served. Kira Mungai, 2023

An American Rhyme — How much wood, could a Woodchuck fuck, if a Wood chuck could Fuckwood? All Rights Served. Kira Mungai, 2023.

post-poetics And you and I, talked of poetry. Naked, together — A line will take us seconds maybe, Powders ivory, easy bakery. Stitching and unstitching, pins heart needles, To threaden us, of course. Lacing, untangling; darn, do knot, rip a whole! There are hearts unbreathing, As both lungs beat back ceaselessly. - All Rights Reserved, Kira Mungai 2023.

An Experiment on Rhyme. — He’s always late, So you controlled what you ate, Shrunk to a svelte figure 8, He’s always late, Except to pulsate Over you to procreate, Pure pleasure, but I insinuate It’s not so with Miss Kate. I disassociate, but never interrogate Why, he’s always late For dinner, so I masticate, …

- One day you will stop, Like a child someday does. The foamy pour, the steady drip Your resolve will tighten, and with it, The leaky faucet. But not today, my baby, Today, do cry away. - All Rights Reserved. Kira Mungai, 2023.

14 lines 4 the beautyful 1s — Within the bluest eye of the beholder, How I wonder up, above a star so high, About an older twinkling, drinking gourd Skies over the marvelous, great grandgravel: Why is this soil bad for certain kinds of flowers? Having made sweet outta being concrete built, Potted-snipped, replanted-plucked. Your type of pretty’ll be whacked— the sun- nectar center — sucked. ‘So no more grow, y’know?’

Crane breaks the surface, Ripples spread from the center, Stillness as always. By: Kai Nguyen, aka. Kai Heart

It’s always greener after the Nairobi rainy season. The waters create red rivers that give life, flood roads and trickle down the foreheads below. There’s a look to the lushness the water gives. This lushness visually permeates and communicates nourishment, that a thing is well-cared for. It gives not only…

For: Fishy Face — To quantify a thousand million Is to disqualify the infinitesimal Odds that even a billion Is in actuality this small Compared to your vermillion Cupid bows. An angel angled arrowhead, Upon the tip of a triangle nose. We’re this close, warm winds sail dowry in dhows. - Heavenly neon illuminates a trillion, Little chameleon cells blent Together — taffy tufts of chiffon, Hold my chest, and scraps of latex ribbon, human rayon