In Love
Sometime this year
Atmosphere was as cold as a dog’s nose
Forming a white pool
In the thin heart of this life.
5. My legs moved to our porch
Having refused the terrain of
His close foes’ fathom of affection.
Then my vision balls punched up.
A buttery in the life?
10. In tune to the rhythm of our father’s proverb,
I began the holy dance-chase of life
Which for today, tomorrow and ever is virtue
Soon, I caught the golden butterfly
Then I discovered I was in love
Copyright © Anthony Oni | Year Posted 2005
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