I am but a vision
A weak illusion of her
You do not want me
I am but a fleeting memory
Gone with the delicate flutter of your lashes
Why do you not love me?
My lips are painted red
Just for you
But you do not want to feel them
Against yours
I am but a sour taste in your mouth
A tiring story you ended without
A second glance
Why do you not want me?
I am a reckless past time
My thighs, a bittersweet home to you
A high chased with abandon
But hated when the brown of your eyes Become more sharper, clearer
Why do you not want me?
Why can I not ask you these questions?
Instead I pour over these pages with
Tight lips and dimmed, wet eyes
As you sit in the corner
And think about her
As you always do, my love.
Mother’s love Undying, though she’ll exit It travels through eternity...
Read more
Twenty healthy brown African clawed dogs, Racing away with eighty brown leather bags...
Read more
Wherever fickle wind dance, Light and cool on skin, Wherever coquettish stars...
Read more
Osiki, god of pestle and mortar, do you not hear hungrier children, At the crest of the lake, in...
Read more
Mohammed went to bed before the fowls. No person cried, not even his immediate family...
Read more
My name is Ahamefuna, "my name will not be lost," & I have Chelu and Elozona, two friends...
Read more
The kids in school don't play with me. Yesterday, the teacher...
Read more.jpg)
The first time I had sex wasn't like anything I had imagined and read. In fact, I felt betrayed...
Read more
Death is an arbitrary constant, lurching around, causing a...
Read more
The girls milled around in various stages of undress. Ajoke was not surprised. Hostels...
Read more
Every morning, some villages wake up to the sound of the coc kcrowing; others...
Read moreAt Ekonke, we love to hear from you! drop your message in the message box to make inquiries or suggestions.
