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Untitled (Love is too pure to be labelled)

Untitled (Love is too pure to be labelled)

I stand here, lost,
Gazing with love, or lust
Into your face.

A slap from Sango’s caloused palm
Would not invade the calm
In which my soul basks.

Yes, I would an Iroko uproot
That I may carve a lute
And make sweet music;

From the lyrics
That float, like boats in the creeks,
Down your spotless nape!

See, even rays of sunlight
Dance, prance and fight
Wanting to berth on your skin.

Please let me stay,
For I have seen, today,
A future in the Crystal of your eyes.

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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