A black poetry blog.
I dedicate it to the loving memory of my late paternal grandmother; Mrs Símbì Aiyédùn ( Lówú ).
The poems here are composed by an upcoming poet in person of OLÁNIHÚN OPÉYEMÍ JOE.
Saturday, 30 July 2011
Child play
With tender lips
I kissed the tendril like tips
Of veiled vein
Neath your neck cape
Looking, I found it
Eliciting a cackle
Wringing a toothless cackle out of you
As I laughed too.
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