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body languages.
for the lady.

a home is in your chest,
— even in the heat of mixed kisses,
speaking emotions and running eyes
unbuttoning your coat. — it presses
my chest harder like a prick.
a home is in your planet —
the one that defines you;
my impatient fingers has found
solace in its tight soul.
your body owns nervous lips
and impatient fingers,
your body has an action i feel.
your body has made me a rock
your body is home!
let immortality lost discretion
to the body and soul in the
dark side of your waiting skin
for the drowning of spirituals
in its sacred temple/country.
cos' your body is a country
with hills and a valley.

Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Philip Peace
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