Love Is...

A promiscuous bride
Sucking languor sweats
From life’s ungravitied mound
And ejected saliva’s of
Concurred birth
Its tangy berries is
Free for every fattened fool
Lain on time’s street

Love is dry
Like harmattan soot kiss
On wet plumes of a barren morning
And as dew drops
Embraces the caressing warmth
Of a Sahara sun
Its wet note fades
Soon after bed moans
Always to die and live again

Love is blue
As the sky is blue
Waiting to be lurked
By lustering embrace
Of a lusty moon
And a fiend night

Love is an emblem
Soaked in dry words
Of petrified wombs

Love seems amiable
To plagues we live with

Love is conundrum

From: 
Nigeria




ABOUT THE POET ~
Victor is Nigerian writer born in the mid 90s. He is currently a student of chemical engineering technology at the federal polytechnic Bida Nigeria. He specializes on poetry, flash fiction and essay genres.


Last updated August 12, 2016