Thursday, August 20, 2015
Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan writes
as we walked along the estate of love
trees kept snapping their branches as we broke words of love.
Wind naked the clothings of the soil
as songs of love filled the silent air
while we kept walking with our hands glued.
let the wet clothes of my love
be spread on the hanger of your beauty
where no wind of hatred blows
for a lasting love.
as I daily behold your beauty
flinged amidst the longing of my heart,
I wish to see you wrapped under my arms
whilst the cold weather boils warmth.
let me be the fire that burns the love
while you be the wood that needs it burn
with no water to quench.