Bidemi Mushafau

In A Strange Arm

Nightly in his arms you are crawled
Yet your thoughts are far far away
Garnished and spiced by another memory
With him the bed is coldly warm
And the bed sheet an oversized canopy
Though on his bosom your head lays
Of a truth the reminiscence is not his
On your finger the altar’s pilgrimage
An homage your heart never went with you

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