From my land of captivity :: nosa :: Original Poetry

From my land of captivity

Those eyes,

Are the wild fires of my dreams,

Or perhaps, so it seems

Those identical cubs of your bosom

Have sent me to the land of sodom

Wunmi,

In this exile,

It is still raining fire and sulphur;

When shall I get my succour?

The killer tease of your curves,

Oh! Those killer curves;

Are the fetters

You’re wearing me

On my tatters

But tell me cinnamon-skin,

Why do you deny me your beauty?

Is beauty in the eyes of its owner?

No!

Beauty has come to be

In the soul of the beholder

These are my words

From my land of captivity;

It is colder over here

Than in Siberia:

“Bury me please,

In yet another grave,

‘Cos in this,

I have been buried with my eyes wide open”