could revolt a maiden to shackle her lips.
Nor could I imagine that this idea
would prove a stomach-churning conception.
Her fingers meandered furiously
over the glass wall that sat in her palm,
as she faded under the cloak of darkness
and my heart withdrew into its brittle shell.
I retreat under the rock from whence I came,
never to bare my tongue to the thirsting rays.
Aanuoluwapo John Adesina - 2018
