POST SCRIPTUM - Afara Muyiwa Jesse
The words I could not utter
On your charms and blinding charisma,
The divine Hand and Potter
Never floundered with each lining.
My green heart elated and pulsed
With naive melodies
At each entrance of your ensnaring visage,
They were suave flytraps
Eliminating every weave of my childish dreams.
The cold night diets
Were dreadful foods of molestation,
Bitter vegetables of unrequited passion.
And when mummy took the pills of slumber,
You raped me!
Afara Muyiwa Jesse - Nigeria