To Winifred:
Wild and beautiful flower
I shudder as the thorns
Numb my veins. I cower;
I fear as I attempt to lock horns
For your beauty
Radiates at a pace
Eternal beings of the Celestial City
Drool over. Your face
Uncovered with words
Guiding me in life’s race
Over life’s pointy swords
Reality check: your offences Jet through my defences
Immobilizing my senses
Copyright © Henry Ategie | Year Posted 2017
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