But_Her_Flies Poem by David Olughu

But_Her_Flies



I, hers am.
Her cheek lay bare on my desolate palm
My thatch heart,
her home.
'I love you',
my only gnome.

Eye as arm.
Visually touching beauty; a healing balm.
Apart,
yet never alone.
My Eve,
the bone of my bone.

#TheMouthpiece

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