The Mind Of A Confused Lover Poem by Oluwatomiwo Akinyemi

The lady before me
Waltzes through my lane
The air I breathe
Mixes with her scent
My exist-tense
Is fashioned around her

Day and night
I pawn around her lane
To smell her scent
She oozes an appeal
That douses my medulla oblongata

What will I not give
To be with this princess
I want more
But I fear she wants less
The vultures envelope her
Like a conclave
She wants to break free

I memorized my scripts
Dug out from the crypt
Alas the rule book fails
I stepped up my gear
To be in the clear

But am still in the dark
What to say is beyond me
What to do is unknown to me
She has the key
She pulls the strings
A tale of two cities
Just my luck