My broken alphabets dance
on the first page for a preface;
My writing pen’s nib is now facing a soul;
I long for a wild word; a long sentence;
You became a deep ocean;
I am your throat to drink you away!

My scattered thoughts blaze
on the first language for a phrase;
My waiting mind’s tip is now chasing the body;
I hug for a soft touch; a heavenly lust;
you became a flooded river;
I am your tongue to spit you away!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com