Should it ever go dark,Hark back to the days of yoreAnd you’d know that fate was right—We were meant to be. Should it ever go dark,Remember, we were strayed heartsIn search of heaven,And we found us. Should it ever go dark,Remember, I made the right choiceTo be with you—head high,Holding you nigh never to letContinue reading “SHOULD IT EVER GO DARK”
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I’LL LOVE A DANCE WITH YOU
I’ll love a dance with youUnder the moon,With your scarlet lips on mine,Your caressSlithering its tentacles on my body,And your waist swaying on my reverbs.I’ll love a dance with youUnder the embers of the February’s moon.You, yes you, my bride and pride,Your dance, your waist beads, my joy. ©TurksonQuills❣️
WHAT SHALL WE EAT?
Meat and fish, gizzard and croaker,All rolled into one steaming hot and large bowlof hunger as harsh as the sun in Sokoto,And lack that grips us as firmly as a viceas we sing in fuzzy voices: what shall we eat? Rice and beans, egusi and fufu,We hope for some but are fed fullof empty promisesContinue reading “WHAT SHALL WE EAT?”
THAT’S ALL I WANT TO HEAR
I dug till I met the crust of your smileAnd realized it wasn’t mine.You should have told me‘Cos I’ve fallen so much thatI can’t find my way home.Hey, you should have told me. “I wish I could show you the way out,But I love you so much thatMy heart’s jungle wants you lost in it.Yes,Continue reading “THAT’S ALL I WANT TO HEAR”
IF TEARS COULD ONLY SPEAK
I lived the moment I died.I journeyed the moment I slept.I knew places my legs touched not.I drank the dew of the moons,I got lost in the open,And I fed from tables’ remnants I used to be revered by million smilesTo be held by pristine solaceTo be called honey.I used to be…Nothing more than thisContinue reading “IF TEARS COULD ONLY SPEAK”
tears
Tears Are Words Worth Writing. ©TurksonQuills
MY EROTICA LANGUAGE
…but all I need is you.I want to be the one of your everyone,To soar the comfort your duvet gives,To be in reverie when your thoughts flood my mind,To be your desire when the dawn is cold,To be that log your garden prefers in its centreAnd to lick the sweet fluids from your inner lips,ForContinue reading “MY EROTICA LANGUAGE”
THE SUICIDE NOTE
I stopped writing the moment you left.You were my inspiration for every single word I thought of.I loved the desire of your eyes when they looked at me. Many a time, I felt your hug was the safest haven (tears flow from eyes).Since you left,I’ve swum in reverie thinking we were a thing,Thinking we wereContinue reading “THE SUICIDE NOTE”
BEST DECISION
I miss the way I used to miss you—It was awesome,But it’s all erstwhile now.I’d wished for better.I’m glad I loved you though.‘Tis the best decision I ever took. ©TurksonQuills
LOST IN BETWEEN DAWNS
…I thought ’twas one of the odd days of loveWhere the curls of your hair will walk away from me,And still, respond with a wink.Where dashing for the doorknobWas just a way you expressed anger and disgust—It wasn’t. At least, it could’ve been voiced—this breakup,Or probably said over lunch,But it came with a beep—A textContinue reading “LOST IN BETWEEN DAWNS”
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