Merlin Mwaura Poems
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' I Do...'
Take your hand from this dark abyss,
take me out of this emptiness,
keep me from a bloody mess,
black ribbons and black bow ties,
honeymoon on our ancient tomb.
Lay my life on a death bed,
cremate me while we make smoky love,
like mushrooms pollinating the earth,
glass bands and wedding rings,
tear this flesh and with bloodied ink,
write our vows forever more.
' I do '....
I do want there to be a forever,
dark clouds or shiny sky,
full moon creeping in the afternoon.
Why I always linger in sight,
not of a pervert an' the indecent kind,
but by the gait of a gentleman...
At the mold of a maiden flesh,
be-smacked by his volunteered lens...
To percieve of these pampered lot,
To want of her feminine fort,
what comfort sort...
In a lady, while I am met.