Wounded
by Ikenna Okafor
She keeps a fireball of her image in my head
Her exquisite physique makes the "figure 8" look repulsive
She possesses Angels and tempts them to covet
She tempts the Devil and dares him to repent.
The brilliance in her eyes makes me wish I live in her soul
To imagine her lips on mine. . .Whew!
Lips locked together with the chains of Amistad
It's hard to think she has eyes for someone else.
But when I heard she had a partner
I felt my heart shift out of place
How could this be?
Was she mean enough to cut up my heart?
Is she so cruel to pass me out like fart?
As I laid my head down to sleep
And as the heavens looked upon my broken soul
The bombardment continued in my head
How will, when will I meet the girl of my dreams?
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
