Stranded on the shore of love
Left my heart away alone
Shredded in combats with men
Homo sapiens, devourers of love
To excrete hatred look-alikes
Is love a consumable?
Of the nature of solid foods
Fluidic liquids
Or sniffing flow of gas
Neither and none
The abode is the heart
And the eyes; the light
Gateway resides in the mouth
The love that is blind
To colours
To faith
To tongue
To success
To failure
To class
A non-consumable
Durable and lasting
Then, I must go find my heart! ! !
Olaniyi G. Akanji
© 2015
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