IN LOVE WITH MY KILLER (POEM)

*** IN LOVE WITH MY KILLER ***

Am holed up here,

torn from you,

like a beauty spot

you are torn from me

I bleed tears,

and burning threads

of crimson hue

run hither thither

north and south

of the seeing spheres

crested between windows

that lead down my soul

I breathe in damp winds

and sigh sluggish streams.

One score one dozen buccal pebbles

clap and dance to the melody

of the harmattan

birthing within my veins.

O Sweetheart, Love of my life,

when we make love,

you beat me blind,

and your icy fingers

choke me breathless,

yet I forgive and forget

then race helplessly in love

into your smoky embrace.

My family helps me hate you,

you help me hate my blood.

So they chained and caged me,

walled me within white walls,

bringing down a gavel of care

to smash our romance of death.

I shake, shiver and shout,

mama weeps wet weakened farewells.

"bring my love to me!" I scream.

"take me to my love" I plead.

I recite our nuptial vows

for all ears of eyes that read this,

"what Mr Junkieyard

hath joined together,

let not Madam Rehab

put asunder".

Written by: KUNLE OMOPE.

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