On Phone (2)

The nocturnal phone Conversation went on It became daily She was down-to-earth We became fond of ourselves Our physical looks scared us a bit Beauty and Handsomeness We both took with fate She wasn’t moved even When I feigned tribal marks When I was still ruminating What are we into? She branded it and slam it on my face “A relationship” she averred gently smiling I couldn’t go back to the word “friendship” Alayande Stephen T. 8.10pm 8th of November, 2007 It is a continuation, still for IBK.