Near my lips,
We should mix some fluids right?
But I am thirsty
I want to drink some juices
I feel disappointed
The one disappointed
Will become a poet at the end.
I want to suck some honey
& fly with the imagination of another era
She is smiling
She has a gap in her mouth
She expresses astonishment with he gap
But my eyes are drawn to her chest
Burning - increasing in sedition
Towards tormenting moon juices
Copyright © Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare | Year Posted 2022
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