Akpewen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


another secondary school crush that filled my whole heart with so much emptiness and unfairness, for so many years i was still heads over her

Submitted: February 19, 2018

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Submitted: February 19, 2018

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Akpewen Iki Mudiaga-Maxwell Aghogho

From labouring cloud that brought along sinister darkness, I bent to pick this one familiar flower— This flower whose pink beauty caused abasement in the azalea pot— Then her softness took the shape of a cobra! Soon her head was set in largeness And with a hissing furry, Her fang was set to strike— At sight of this venomous oar, I knew Sharon was around, somewhere— So I was quick to let go

From thunderous explosiveness the vexed wind brought along, And with the Indian stranger’s flute Dense in magical rhythms, Softness was borrowed further up into the cloud While the musical magic streamed out from shadowed corner. In no time, My azalea princess crept to comfort inside the little Indian’s basket: In a quick welcoming leer Staked in a warm welcoming smile, Sepia hands fixed in place filigrees that caused the serpent a blink. In no time glasses clink— Those tall champagne-flutes back go down for to grasp; Again glasses clink— Soon Angostura flavour ran through all body length, Then tipsy eyes forgot my presence… My very presence who withstood all her ranging storms My very presence that picked all caterpillars with care My very presence who groomed her fleshy tenderness All through the tearing darkness into the blossoming noon, But eyes forgot my presence My very presence

Could heart stop pounding harder under Hades Bowel? Could mind-eyes be removed from the twig shadows? These went on as I suffered in tears With heart sour and faint I stood by in wait for the magical or filigrees’ influence

In countless times I stood in wait For these foreign an effect to fade with the coming storm From sadden weariness of my feet From awkward strength of my heart, Akpewen, I’ll tend my leave now, But in fulfilment to the filly’ parable I’ll watch in seasons till it come to pass


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