Wrapped Neck Poem by Al Ameen Shuaib Assayouty Ologele

Take me in with open hands
And close enough and enough
we may see the egde of the sun
together at the end of the day
with my arm wrapped together
at the tight of your neck
to feel the pleasure of time
and the end of the day.

It may be the last,
I lasted It yesterday,
For free you may just have it
you think?
I had it all since,
the botanical name delayed,
I knew I will have to cut the arm
and clean the memory of the night,
and so, I had unwrapped before
before you wrapped in your neck
and if you're in again,
just make a call!