a poem by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
air in a room cold
hair on my skin fold
where my lover go?
shy, almost timid is -
my lover of yesterday.
ajar my door
peep in, my lover
my naked body lay.
lover of jealousy
lover of yesterday
my lover of an honourable profession
my heart, stab
and
from a height, I fall
in love I am dead
happy death!
wake me not, ye friends-
who...
Monday, 30 April 2018
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