avocado-pear
bears curvy dark effulgence~
for guacamole
You wouldn’t know he was A Good Drummer,
Until surfaced the Period of Summer;
You wouldn’t know: Giver of lion’s fight,
Until he felt challenges getting tight;
You wouldn’t know: loved Avocado Pear,
Until you grabbed his and this wouldn’t bear...
You wouldn’t know: could stay outside till mid-night,
Until there was some snake indoors, no light!
You wouldn’t know resents indulgent friend,
Until you saw him cross one and head bend;
You wouldn’t know: could use a liniment,
Until he had surfaced some punishment;
You won’t know: hopes to find his Charisma,
Until he naively like them with Plasma.
If love is not a butterfly, what then is love?
a ripe avocado pear, maple julep, honeycomb?
momma said I didn't know
much about honey bees that she kills the drone
first before accepting she is in love tune,
then hummns love melodies.
Love ; tastes of honey in my
mouth at dawn, at dusk It goes
sour or in between.
even if I let go, still your taste
like memory, a painful memory,
reopening itself into itself
like a wounded artery deep down
as my blood got congealed.
so love is not just a lovely butterfly
it first became a butter then flew
so if you say you don't love am gonna wait
till you drain of me. then you can humm
love tunes in melodies of me
Then love is a sacrifice,
but am I ready to be your Sahara?
Gideon Idudje
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