Ajọ Je Poem by Michael Eziudo

"Touch my heart, let it boil for you,
Touch my soul, let it melt with your tip,
So that the molten it makes
Will fit into the shape of the hollows of your heart
And satisfy your desire

For the morning dawns with it
A desire for your kiss
And the day, one to hear your voice
And the night? .
A longing for your touch
And the red earth awaits your spoils

And in this eery season
The weather is here
It rained all night when I should sleep
The breeze it was dry
And this sun so hot I'm freezing to death

If the world ever match makes a couple
It shouldn't keep a distance in between
The droplets are many
That pour from the windows of the soul
For many assumptions assume
Walls where there are none
A mistake that I made
My pillar is at that end
My mighty strong breasts

But I am the matchmaker
Don't do well in my maths
So I did a poor construction
The long bridge that should keep my breasts and I connected
Can I still pick a dust?
And you saw the vacuum
And kissed my lips
And touched my heart
And then my soul
It is the end
You and I ate my life
You gave the lethal
And I had it
If only...
Now it really is the end"
Oh that lament

From the opposite side of heaven