anakani Odatuwa

A Lover's Suite


Up the hills of life I stand.
Sometimes being scorched by the blaring monster
Other times the vile wet woman spits on me
In the hurts of the day
All that beckons is this taste

To see your face and touch your lips
To hold your hands and listen to your heart beat
To sing with you and kiss you still
To ravish this love and cherish a life-time with you.
To stay close to the melodies that plays in you.

Lord knows the hurts of being a man
With the mortal flaws and imperfections
But each day that flows
Is my heart to prayers
To be the milk he would drink daily from.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010

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