like a maize
you dry keep me
all these years
waiting in the coldness of time
pervading all suitors
just for your sake
love is a prison that holds
my heart
in you i served my sentence's days
now my wing spreads
your butterfly clime
under that sheets
cloud, blood of unstained skin
I give in joy
for you solidly deserved
tears of deep cycle
I do recall
same tears i shed
standing holding your bone
tears of joy you grow in me
as i bear your blood
till i part from my flesh
and wear anew skin
i am still waiting
for you like a maize

Written by
Martin Ijir