Untitled - by Bukola Epiphany Rose

This is a short piece written by another young and talented poet who goes by the name of Bukola. I told Bukola I wanted a piece from her for my blog and within a few minutes she gave me this freestyle straight from the heart, I was Impressed....

If I could capture his essence I would capture his love.

First I'd start by tangling my heart in the midst of his mind,

and drag it through the deeply buried thoughts.

We'd voyage down the opening of it passively,

embracing each n every last one of my burning desires.

First I'd allow him to fore play with my fore thoughts,

and keep me essembled with stolen pictures of his glazed lips,

smooth skin and alluring eyes.

With his mother tongue he'd caress cages of my soul,

and break free the chains of my past hurt, my past love.

Bukola Amaris Epiphany Rose