Crossed Xxx Poem by Babatunde Micheal

Crossed Xxx



I will always stand at the porch,
Sipping your thought like hot morning coffee,
Undress myself as few drop spill by,
Yet gazing through the prism of your heart to refract light to mine,
Brewing those words with a pot on my soul,
Standing sure till the day of your appearing,
Crossed out with the Cross.

Tuesday, March 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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