Naivety of Passion
She grew insane
Calling his name
He wonder how she came to know
His home, when He had not told
He stood out the window
To see her face so pale
Oh no, she's a nightmare of wilt and mildew,
And full of disdain
She screamed even more
"kill me kill me, you soul stealer"
Now she did had said,
what he was afraid
to hear at any day
"I've come to die in the flesh
cos you've taken my soul already from me"
Indeed I recall
the night before
That he had flirt with her
In disguise of love
She opened herself so full and free
Cos in his deep dark eyes
She thought to had found
love and candor
And a bit of adore
But he had no strand a love
For any part of her being
Save the passion of prurience and ardor
A fur ball of sanity
The irony of pleasure
That blinds the mind to reason,
To sense for a season
Now he stands at his window
To see a woman
Bereaved of present joy
If not forever
~ naivety of passion
Copyright © Ovie Omokefe | Year Posted 2021
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