Aseso Omollo

Rookie (Kenya)

Two Over A Dozen - Poem by Aseso Omollo

Two over a dozen-

Those digits that make a fortnight-in that second month,

But today, the sky was grey-

Mirror reflection of the discordant heart-

The angry gale hitting against the pane of my window-

As I looked thro’ the hazy mist- deep in thought

Red everywhere, love petals; in bouquets,

Which I cannot smell- not today

Sweet product of cocoa melts on the sensuous tongue,

Which I cannot taste- not today

Black satin complementing red silk over seductive curves,

Which I cannot touch- not today

Hushed tones, whispered words-words from Venus,

Which I cannot speak- not today

For, Cupid missed…

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010

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