Gbosheye

For you, Shut is every strands of emotion threatening to spin inside me. For you, I won't be cowed by the blazing tingling making my stomach churn.  Armored by your thoughts, my eyes would dart in awe then rest on the silhouette of us illuminating on those  shining blades whenever the clang of the striking swords of ardour fill the air. For you, I weather the storm my longing for your presence causes my heart & for you, thirst would not even trigger the urge to fetch from the abyss of love. For you, my skin turns  thick to the arrows of love piercing my flesh; & I carry my scar, painted with those reddish fluids keeping abreast of you. In my heart, await you, is a garden so pure and innocent—reeking of milk & cheese made only for your tongue to explore and enjoy under the chilled breeze moistened by  serene sea. Only for you, I await to pump life into this numb heart; refusing to spare, the clarion call of my body, a glance, even, once. _ Salm...