Metamorphosis of Marriage
When courtship is golden,
marriage becomes diamond.
But let it go sore,
charcoal, marriage becomes.
The once previous thing,
you handle only with gloves,
to light its fire for one reason;
to burn bedbugs infesting
mouths and ribs of the other
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2018
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