Poem: Thorns and Roses

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.