would you let me write you
a serenade, lovey?
a sensational heartsong
about the mushy things
a man wants to tell
from the bosom of his heart
i've got bouquets of butterflies
fluttering in my stomach,
i ought to set free...
but how can i,
when there are seemingly
no roses for them to perch on?
© Emmanuel Karibi Obuala (Tari-yai)
2020
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