Temptress Poem by Melanie Emikohe
Temptress
It is not by the miles or the seas
that build walls between us.
When I think of your place
and the looks of the guests
who sit and drink on your table,
I mock and scorn my town.
But I have an intense feeling
that we're essentially the same,
even though you're too far
and your spoons are gold.
I want to seduce you with words
that I can afford, if nothing else.
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