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Let Me Be
Here is the furnace you deserted
when your pores poured pure sweat
you fled like ants before flames
you fell face flat against the earth
plenty pleas into the air
while holding tight to the fluffy foot of fan
you saw me as the curled tail of a scorpion.
Now you're back to me
when time has laid its icy hands on you
the look you give the putrid egg is gone
now you look at me as you look at water
when your tongue suffers from chili peppers
you say you cannot have enough
is it not for a while?
Leave me be,
my bosom is now for these little critters
never getting tired
of hatching their eggs there.
I know what it feels like,
not like the tree losing its leaves
but like the tree cutting them off,
sometimes when angered by the passing wind
sometimes to nature's call;
luckily life is not a plain playground
without stumps and bumps,
it is like a chequered card,
one goes into and out of the other
one says no and it is the turn of the other
to say no too.
© Imole Olusanya
when your pores poured pure sweat
you fled like ants before flames
you fell face flat against the earth
plenty pleas into the air
while holding tight to the fluffy foot of fan
you saw me as the curled tail of a scorpion.
Now you're back to me
when time has laid its icy hands on you
the look you give the putrid egg is gone
now you look at me as you look at water
when your tongue suffers from chili peppers
you say you cannot have enough
is it not for a while?
Leave me be,
my bosom is now for these little critters
never getting tired
of hatching their eggs there.
I know what it feels like,
not like the tree losing its leaves
but like the tree cutting them off,
sometimes when angered by the passing wind
sometimes to nature's call;
luckily life is not a plain playground
without stumps and bumps,
it is like a chequered card,
one goes into and out of the other
one says no and it is the turn of the other
to say no too.
© Imole Olusanya
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