every night bleeds oracles
of You. You
an endless river
that lies under soaked
no wonder adam was wounded through
his left broken rib.
no wonder his filament
still dances with men. You
are radiant, beautiful
like an Arabian moon.
You are fireworks that lits steets of fragrance
that defiles minds
under illusive pills of rainbows

i am a victim. we are all victims
victims to this vacuum hallmarks
hallmarks that write pictures
hanging on broken

should the moon come
to hang near my wooden window,
i wound pluck a feather
from her melanin,
i would exchange this lonely heart
for her auras
for i am a victim,
a victim to this story of eve…

© Nana Arhin Tsiwah


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