when love touches you at the soft sides,
you become no written with alphabets of yes,
he advances towards the passionate limit,
and your elasticity of your un-resist resistance,
break by flame of erection.
you are pushed down by yourself,
till you become three roads-
two spread and stretched to the left and right,
to meet and become one at the centre,
which stretch to your head-
he stood inbetween the two roads-blind,
and you lead him into your country,
telling him to run too fast,
touching your gallops,
till you become noises rhyming with your touched difficulties.
you do not want this journey to know end,
or to be delayed by break for breath,
till the night washes its face with dawn,
and you become weakened by sad-is-falcon,
for you know that sadness will eats you in a month.
today your red visitor fails to show,
you carry your milk to the mirror,
finding the signs of anew you,
and when the tits show you the truth,
you become many God forbids,
and the enjoyed sugar becomes bitter,
to be spits through abortion-
but the son of man must know this world.
Philip C. Abonyi is a Poet/Novelist who hails from Akaprata Ada Obollo Etiti, in Udenu Local Government Area of Enugu State, Nigeria.
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