There is rattling and rattling in the
Achilles tendon
Rushing and rushing of the memorial
vendor
Towards the season’s decent regalia
As the widening keeps twining above
the shoulder
Sanity is reserved for the posterity
Hence, the nights make way, for a
perfect gaze is killing
Emotions left on the loose, that in
the middle of a lip-lock
Quadruple eyes are left wide awake
You are not hanging everywhere
whenever I stare
A blurry vision in my ceiling in these
lazy mornings
A solitary chorister, standing alone
in the dark
Singing into deaf ears of an
imaginary audience
Standing erect in the corner like
strangers
Your fragrance wanes into a desired
miasma
My ear bleeds of the fracas of
compassion
Two parts apart but intertwined, for
us I groan
But my hollow cheeks decline tear
drop
However, we could make our love
bounce off vault
So high that it would look down on
the sky
Hence my cupid dispatch arrows
But your heart runs farther
Are you among the dusk of the
morning?
The air seems so crowded, but then;
at a time
The donkey’s mouth would fit the
ocean’s lips
The ebb and flow of the tide of the
ocean seems dashing
But, its love isn’t without its garb,
when its rage is up the spout
Our hearts trapped afire, its flame
spread beyond refuge
Our soulsremain then retire beneath
the unobtrusive ocean
by Wole
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