Ladies Life... Poem by Oyehan Opeyemi Akinkunmi

Pubescence vanished many
thinking and...
-who am I?
Love, they search
infatuation at back.
What hath thou gain?
Does it supplant your meals?

Your lay-back
a conundrum for pestle-like,
One night -
one head, one micron-tozoa
from dusk till dawn;
rounds on back-on-ground.

What is the meaning of your life?
The consonance stuttered
lined the etymology
and hell blaze underneath.

Realise soon-
the painful sweetness ends,
end the odd oldies;
six feet invites
debt of closed eyes.