Lovers Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lovers



Lovers

In black; head to toe
Face covered; in the shade

Walks along in distance
Not in row; separate

Some people at grave
He is dead

No one knows
Inside her boils kettle

She's lover

Not a wife or sister
Not mother

Relations was secret

"I love you, "
They said and it was meant

"Official is a paint"
They both said; now she is desperate

Monday, December 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 01 December 2014

A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.

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