Night Nurse.
In my cold darkly world
where once nothing could be seen
nor heard,
her ripening presence awakened and charmed.
Far into the solitary nights
where sounds transcended into silence,
and desire burned in unknown flames,
her balming voice roamed the dark
and caught me in the quiet.
Even now,the dew of her memory
is wet upon my heart.
So sit i upon a flowery-bed.
I listen to the warm.
I search the faces of the petals;
.......will she ever come?
will she ever come?
Copyright © K K Iloduba Jnr | Year Posted 2008
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