COLONY OF LOVE[4] BY JUDIASKY

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CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE?

For so long I have waited_
Waited in the coven of your love_
Love that sends ancient dews of smirks_
Smirk that got me wondering why_
Why did you bought my heart_
Heart that long to die in your bosom
Bosom meant to shelter this love of mine.

Gently will I call your name from miles_
And  this mark, a toss of my love_
For the appointed day to kill this diffident is come
And in you I am oath to embrace.
Hold me this night_
Let's be lost in the rhythm of singing nostalgia_
And create this day, a new paradise.

Give me your hand_
Let's agree together_
Free the breathe to sail high_
I'm choked of love untold_
I am dying of tales unfold_
Tales of our rebirth adventure_
Can I have this dance?

Let the awaiting rain resume its course_
And the haze color our world.
Hold my shoulder, and I, your waist.
Look deeply in my eyes
And see this dangling love of mine
Yearning solely for your heart
For in your love, I am caged.

Can I have this dance_
The step dances of chipmunks_
The dance of Ferdinand to Miranda_
The flute of little drummer boy_
The voice of charming  Indiana_
The sweet tongue of Romeo_
Can I have this dance?

JUDAISKY CARES

ÀDÙNNÍ (A letter to my far away angel)

Hello beloved_
I have come to the peak of patience
And my stoicism is weaker
than emaciated bones.
And my guts are failing me_
I am no more the boy next door.

Come to the hands you left ajar
The licking linking hollows of mine
Are still fresh like morning wine.
Come hold me like a mother
to new born baby_
Come ÀDÙNNÍ, I can't nurse your absence again.

The day is lonely_
The night is never good_
The clan is jolly of their lovers.
And one corner I corner
Watching them ballet in mimes_
Humming their pledges to love oath.

ÀDÙNNÍ_
Release me of this loneliness_
Come to me like an ancient Safari
Already made for her bride.
Step this day to my bosom
And caress my heart like days of old.

ÀDÙNNÍ_
I have boasted of your love
And here I beckon on this flaming smoke
To relay this tidings
For I am hungry of your touch_
The touch of an angel, the touch of ÀDÙNNÍ.

ÀDÙNNÍ_
Today they say is the day of lovers_
Will you have me wander alone
Watching strangers touching my loins?
So haste now Lest I am consumed of lust
And infatuation of little Esther and Anita.
Come, I am burning for you.

ÀDÙNNÍ_
I await at the fading oak tree_
Where our love adventure began_
I'm with the sweetest song you love_
To sing till you are drunk in my love
And release yourself to the air_
Another journey of love of no return.

JUDAISKY CARES



ABOUT THE AUTHOR

My name is Ojindu c Jude also known as JUDAISKY.
A budding writer whose work has inspired many lives with many, a living testimony.
I am also one writer, instrumentalist, actor and orator.
My love for any work of art can never be comprehended by any mortal.

JUDAISKY is art and art is JUDAISKY

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