Sunday, 3 January 2016

SINFUL VESSELS

I lie waiting there at the concourse,
Imagining a trains weight upon my chest,
Her wheels shred me seductively with force,
tracks decorated with a bloody crest.

I sight a refrigerator with bright red lips, 
mount this vessel that's popular in town,
My feet graze her's in a heated kiss,
our loud noise only makes silence drown.

I met a glittering airborne wench,
whom so much loved air and fumes,
Her hollow interior she liked me to drench,
ladies all who hosted me in their rooms.

I live this life born from deceitful love,
Till out of my way emotions I did shove.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015


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