For Gerwine - Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
That flicker, that spot,
shiny, without a blotch
of darkened specimen,
fills my eyes.
Wooded plinths are arranged
northward, among the Rhine's
belching spree, to hoist my
legs lest I slip.
Recrudescence of life resumes
at her portal, where flaxen
wavelengths of crinal capacities
keep me posted.
Eyes see nothing else but eyes,
whited, like ice on tumblered
water, soothing every pulse of rage.
And languages, velvety and rosy,
heal my heart now spoken of
in excited bargains.
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