My Blood Boils Poem by Odhiambo Gilbert Francis

My Blood Boils



My pretty friend,
There are things about me
Regarding you
Which you know not.

But if perchance you do,
I bet you can't
Their breath tell,
Nor their width,
nor their depth.

My blood boils with thoughts,
Thoughts of you, my love!

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For my love, Butterfly.
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