Sights Serenity Poem by Wesongah David

Out of concrete, a garden to behold
A golden sight set to man’s imagination.
Sprouting proudly, womanhood attained.
Beyond the wildest of measures.
You come on, on to me like you wanted to,
The full blossom of a bosom,
An apple restored to self virginity,
And I hold my breath, eyes, in awe.
Slight sigh, smile,
And you’re gone.

Setting loins on a wildfire,
Serendipity guised in your curvaceous glory,
Heaping lame to blame, a want uncovered,
A smile once again hither,
And you’re gone.


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