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May 2016

My
Skin is pinned down
In crumbles to your sorcery


And
You've reigned
Supreme_a being
Bottling me in your whims with cursory


Unkindly
You've muse me to corruptions
But in the depths of your cravings


Every
Gentle kiss on the neck
Rhymes my whole body
In thunder-storms raving


In
Your eyes
Are thousand poker-portraits
Fashion amongst diamonds to spot
And set lose blown prides


You
Have shackled my mind
With what seem like pink ivys
And I'm charged with effervescent
So let's ride


The
Comfort zones
The undying desires
Of whence poets hold pencils
And write in the skies
Hoping the times stride them not dry


But
Now
Let me touch your body and learn
The language you speaks
For your sensual voice louds and echoes
The meanings of all the totems
The pre-colonial gods cried


A Sorcery Captive

Historian E.Lexano

○Recalcitration With Excellence○

○Still Your Favourite Romantic Poet○
Historian E Lexano
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Historian E Lexano  Ghana,Accra
(Ghana,Accra)   
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