In The Hand Of My Mistress Poem by ipaye olawole peter

in the hand of my mistress


When this afternoon
Sitting on this bed-like sofa
In the red eyesmine
I dreamt it all gone, humanic policy
One that makes a man, I never lost it to the superior
Nor the nobles of the earth but to this mistress mine
Now in her hand I am a docile elaborate horse
In her womanship she plays manship roles
But in this eulogising mood mine
I am neither a looser nor a fool as they say
It moves me not I am out of tune
Such an inestimable closeness I have ever needed
She introduced which now is my anchor;
My crown there is nowhere to dropp you.
This hero is not dropping
And not dropped

written by; Ipaye Olawole Peter.