When the day dies
And its back is laid in night
I will be beside its tomb
In pool of solitude, awaiting
your lips to kiss me to life.
.
When you come,
Walk your soul over me
Put me through the valley on your chest
Melt our spirits through a path
Of lovers in amorous chaste.
.
When you come,
Burn my skin into blue flame,
With the heat between your thighs
Spread the ash on the berth
Until our sweats rain into morn.
Written & Edited by
Idris Olabisi
Afeez Olajide Oladipo
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