RED ROSES BY UNDILUTED POET

RED ROSES
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A poem fell from the cliff of my art
It was my lover's portrait
Burning into a lame diction
And into a wet news- wrecking the silence
In the throat of places where water
Is the reflection of bodies- stranded between pages of broken mirrors
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Last night, a girl crawled out of the moon
With eyes- soaked with stripped prayers
I was there, but my body was on exile
I was there, but my soul was somewhere
Between words that mock my mother's last prayer
They said she was holding on to things
Clad with the language of fate- love is one of them
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If God=love, then love=?
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Do not say God, if a girl ever ran into you
And lose count of days in February
Do not say God, if your heartbeat
Is the rhythm of songs boys listen to
And displace their bodies with the theory of dark rooms
Do not say God, if you've ever walked barefooted
Into sacred places where bones melt to blues
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See- we are the vowels in the art-beat
Of words that beat history into our shadows
We are the brown tales, running through God's mind
When he created man and sorrounded him with his demons
We are the poetry in the throat of birds
Perching on their ghosts for survival
We are scaler quantities floating on those things
Forging our pictures into grey memories
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Do not sow your face on human tongues
It could grow into red roses in your eyes
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© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale
Undiluted Poet
#UndilutedPoetry

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