My lips dine on your words
Oh, sweet divine thee
An angel from the sky-fall
How much guilt do they who let you go?
My Aphrodite, do you suit this cliché
For your beauty leaves men senseless
Even in depths of war you’re a cause
Their last breaths a prayer to you
With just the sight of you
I wish my eyes would turn blind
So that you’re the last
My eyes lay upon.
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Read – Solitude – A Poem by Oladapo Johnson – Nigeria
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