To be loved by a poet - 1
I'm crestfallen in the shadows
of my raging firecrackers
when you're far.
I'm embedded
in the gaze of
your tempting
Silicon Valley.
Dumbfounded
by the cabbage
twists and turns
of your deceitful
twilight eyes.
my raspberry!
The howl of
my desires,
and voids
of my
needs.
Sink me
in the streets
of lavender
sins. Your beards
have enchanted
my thoughts and I can
no longer decipher
illusions from imagination.
The reality of your tender
existence is pushing me out of mine,
pulling me into your cloves of natural cocaine.
You're the hope of
my tomorrow,
the faith of my today
and the suffering of
yesterday. I long
for your beaded touch
and the threads that
carve holes in it.
I crave for your
whiskey eyes.
It fills me
through
the
primrose
spring.
Pats
me into the
deep cracks
of your
cemented bed.
Let me sniff your breath,
let me tell you its colors.
Allow me bit
the scars of your wounds
so I can share its taste with
your coal lips and let you
know, you can no longer bleed
because I'm the final healing.
I want to feel the
vertical lines on your chest.
Inhale the infinite tunes of your gasps.
Close my eyes
and still see
you in crystal bays.
Twirl my hands in
your hair and reassure
you that I will make
you live forever.
Appreciate your strong
nerves for working on
my neck and at your desk.
To remind you that you
didn't feel true emotions
your whole life, till you
met my flat nyash and its reflections.
Copyright © Tonye George | Year Posted 2024
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