To Makrama
Last year, we were the last cloth for the sun,
We were the last layer of the moon on earth,
Thousand stars hung around our love unblown.
Take the last breath that sees faith in me now,
Tomorrow might not come before dawn.
If you see yesterday covered in my palms,
If you see tomorrow running to the east,
I have made it to be so in our last vision
Because you left me here where women
Buy their pad of menstruation and infidelity.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice of Vincent 2016
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2016
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