Confined Poem by abbas abubakar
Confined
When i move
I move in vineyard
Covered by dews of her smiles
When i speak
I speak in voices
Tendered by layers of her kisses
When i tink
I think in brain
Filled with fumes of her thoughts
O gazelle
Sing to me a song from your heart
Caress me with that voice
Luscious than the cracks of nightingale
Lets go to the moon
To spray our mat of love
And there, the night
shall found us
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