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About the author:
Hector Troy Brown was born, raised, and resides in Nelspruit, South Africa. He is a new poet, a former photographer, and a graphic designer. “The way we love” is his first book compiled by all his poems and more.
What inspired you to write your book?
I was in a search to find out how other people love. I needed answers to find the pattern of relationships. from the beginning to how they end.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I saw her for the first time
Else I won’t understand What's this feeling inside my head? A parody, a living,
Come to me you monarch. As I lay my eyes on your body, as I shift through your narrow mind, Will I find peace tonight? … I know I shouldn’t peer, but your stealth of seeking attention wasn't like any other, it wasn't a question nor an answer it was something like a license ‘Are you the same?’
I question as I get a sharp blooming feeling down below, I get an answer ‘Don't you worry about me. You’ll be long consumed before I surrender to your team’ as the voice spoke, aiming its glare at me, I feel sickly sweet, managing in slow motion, a waterfall appears, to drown in goo-we sticky red fluid like some pomegranate juice.
I feel my legs moving without me looking, towards the pretty lady, pride swelling and emerging, as I leap onto the rose in front of me— ‘hello’ I say without me blindly believing that I could impress a living human for of love.
And as she glared at me, slightly choking on her tea she says ‘hello to you too’, as I already couldn't believe that I could touch her or perceive her, I’m shocked once again as her voice is sweet and sultry, like honey scented anarchy.
Her attitude more eloquently, she made the feeling pile up lightly
‘I was wondering if I could talk to you’ she laughed, but not in a mocking tone, but soothingly ‘I’m Amira’ as she spoke confidently and suave. Her voice ran through my head (I’m Amira)
She talked with a slight whisper in her town hugging her voice nicely.
I started chatting and as I was talking, every breath or pause I took, I focused on her deeper on more of her well-pared features, her smile lines showing lightly every time she took a sip of her