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I'm Now A Pot, You're A Coal by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

I'm Now A Pot, You're A Coal.
My heart speaks when I set my eye on you
I don't know the emotions attached twixt
us, I seem to be speechless, thus smiling
like a fool when I look at you. I don't
know why I become calm when I look at
you; I seem to be shy when I sight you.
Tell me, what are the emotions attached?
You make my world turn upside down, what
are you? As still as a tripping sea, as
tons dropp'ng on the brook, my heart pounds as such
anytime I see you. Tell what you are–
It's easy to forget but not simple,
Tell me what are you, tell me what are you?
Are you the eye of the sky, the brightest
of sun and full moon of stars of the night?
Or the tickling rustles like I'm the soil
that holds the winter waves— I'm just a clay,
moulded from wetness, shaped by someone X.
Are you the group of buzzing bees that lay
pure honey as snowballs on my table?
Yea, nay, you've made a table in my heart
and the door of my heart has welcomed you–
But, Yea, I don't want to think about you;
You're the coal, I'm the pot, stay closely far.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace


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For Ikeoluwa.

I have sailed in the ocean — on
your body's warm drenched spot axis,
and i have felt the touch of your
freezing burning hands and cold words:
you said some soft words gently in
my ear on a cold night. and my
body is a tree, it rustles
when winds beat. winds like your mutters.

I have a whirling desire
that we are over the 9th edge;
grabbing, rocking, licking, tasting —
and the passion flows 'n' action shows.
your whole body defines a lot
even when i see nothing but
the voluptuous pillows of a
tired bed, calling me to sleep.

Slowly, this pace beats rapidly
like a running fire. and i'm
burning coldly on a meet with
your whitish round thorax muscle.
glorious! your body is a bike
and i'm good at riding roughly.
slide and glide, make a symphony
of our salvation on this cold night.

Akinwale Peace AkindayoPhilip Peace