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She is the eighth wonder of the world
And I
The unfortunate fellow who is to cross her path
The enigmatic lass of the soli tribe
She has copper for a skin
Silver for lashes
And diamonds for teeth
She reminds me to pray before I go to bed
I assume that's her way off telling me she loves me
And when I call her shuga
I mean I know not any other sweet delicacy
For I hear poetry in the tides of her voice
And Iast april I was peeling my heart to allow for new feelings
And that's how I found myself in the inbox of the despoiled lady
I built a thatch in the palms of her messages
We conversed until angels ran out of sleeping dust
I loved to bathe in ticklish waters of our verbal intercourse
For I am in love with what is on the other end of the line
And her voice is the last thing I loved to listen to before I fall asleep
As if my life depended on it.
For I have a missing phalange and her a broken limb
She completes me!
And she had me promising things I should not
I love it.
Copyright © Roger Nkhoma | Year Posted 2021
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