Epic - Reoccupied (Part 1) Poem by Vincent Onyeche

You thought me to reach
For the surface of a sea
Watching wonders
Swim within me.
A love that floats,
Is not hard to find.

But it is such
A sad thing, we no more see,
I walk by those streams
And still feel
Your fingers on those rocks
We stole a kiss of gland.

Kiss of vampires; I reach
For your print but it flea
Into the moments of present times
Wounded images that don't heal…
It's been sereval months,
But I can't get it, out of my mind.