uche peter umez
Waxing Cold - Poem by uche peter umez
like watered milk, flickering;
like a frenzied song;
tossing and turning
on the bed
that seems a rock on my bare back
as i wait
for the fire of your fingers
the embers within my heart
yet i wait.
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