If bulbous curves
That propels born again
hormones
To gulp saliva in
multiple successions
Could solve the riddles
of my heart
Nkem, you would have
been my goddess
But the riddles of my
heart
are not of Eden-sized
apples
Neither are they urges
for harems of Delilahs
masquerading as virgin
nuns
They are the cogitations
of pure beauty
devoid of frivolous
mundanities
They are demands of true
character.
Nkem; name of a young
lass
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Ajise Vincent is an undergraduate of Economics at a prestigious university in Nigeria,who sees poetry as medium to express both the tranquillity and turmoil of the mind.He hopes to use poetry as a tool to impact morals and bring back the good old days of propriety. He is also a contributor to various print and online magazines.
