Flowergirl
Your petals pitch quite exciting,
It blossom from nectars of peaches
hallowed by sweet ovary
down to the pendicle
where the light from the Sun
incur it turbelent gaze!
Mother say any wedding without you
is like a music undressing the ears,
kolanut addressing the mouth,
whisky lust in front of malt,
chocolates dipped in the mucus of okra,
& bodies on preying mantis....
In the realms of two lovers,
love is triggered in the hearts
like an exaggerated torpedo
& because you reflect in your face
the butterflies that fly in my eyes,
I shall invade and dispel my fears.
From the sky I perceive
the succus of your baits
& the fragrance of your melanin skin
that drives me agog
invoking that insanity that would strum
the rhythm the muse never gave me.
And your beauty is all I admire,
It peddles my unguided feeling
towards unassailable territorial
& frame the photograph of you
in a canvass of arts form
right inside my mind.
It's not good that the bride is without the groom
It's not good that love is without trust
& it's not good the heart throb of hard life
while the therapist is missing.
But it is a wonder how you unmask
the man in me to reveal the mouth confession unexpressed.
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