arching downwards like a spear,
deep into my skin it ploughs,
And from that wound comes a tear.
I lose myself in her eyes like an abyss,
leaving the light of loneliness above,
her smile provides a sweet sour bliss,
falling deeper and deeper in love.
I leaned forward to kiss her lips,
she ran her hands through my hair,
And shut my eyes with her fingertips,
only to abandon me and befriend the air.
I look down and realise I've made her up,
but with the help of the drink within my cup.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2016
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