Treasure Island

Jide 'Pounds' Ibitoye

(May 26th,1990 / Kano State, Nigeria)

Act Of Art In May


Caress the Art body
Its softness and hairly curly
once you're praised
In summer, advised to brace
All in one, there's a mutual feeling
through rough edges and drilling
A warm dew rest on each face
even though you're accused to
face
My left hand be caused
if with it I narrate my Theatres
course
A me of this day
is the Act of Art in May
As long as you wish to stay with
me my Love
even though letting you go is not
the reason why i stare above
its the after chewing of our riding
boat
I will not let you go, till my heart
fade away like Kemmie wrote

Submitted: Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 19, 2013

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