Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Ojo Taiye- A Poem


GOODBYE II

Goodbye to those
soft hands
Hands that are care craft
Hands that are cologne of comfort
Hands that wipe rains from the
trenches in my river beds
Hands that throttle the empty space
in my skin
Hands that are open clouds

Goodbye to those smiles
Smiles that are birds flying and flying
in my forest
Smiles that are eternity rings
Smiles full of waters

Goodbye to those secret haunts
nights lost in trees
when sickle twirl and whirl through
high canopies

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