By Kobe Eru Godwin
Words gentle, calm like a whisper in the wind
But cut so deep
Her presence so close, a slice of Utopia
But far from reach
Immaculate like an Angel, but still, a slash of scarlet in a field of snow
Her arms an Oasis, but her heart, bare like the Sahara
Her touch, filled with comfort
But her tongue moist with vanity
Skin, the colours of the night
Beneath her veil, clouds of uncertainty
The lines on her lips are scriptures of never ending verses
She walks like the wind
Eyes burn with passion like the ether
Dark days, bright nights she brings
Strips of a piano
Melodies with my heart she makes
The light on the gray side of me
The wolf and the lamb, a black and a white Swan
A beauty one can’t let go
I bleed, my tourniquet
She my thorns, yet my bed of roses.
