LOVE NOT THE INDIAN OCEAN
As plentiful as blackberries
The fool mind speculated
As silent as the grave yard
I would listen to her naughties.
Eyes would tell
Tongue would see
Amalgamate her stiff words
She had dead in living minds.
Her smile was my presence
Her cries was my absence
Far reaches zero distance
She was lost in her yards.
In a cobweb homestead
Marked her romance jingles
As sharpest as needles
To flee the love ocean to red.
Cannibal of her own flesh
Terrible to physical mankind
Was coupled in single minded
Hissing in the world of betrays.
Fate and death was her smile
For not caging the black doves
Stress was her affinity for losses
Confusions was her satisfactions.
Hakuna maoni:
Chapisha Maoni