MORE THAN POETRY by Mide Benedict

One day, one day
I will like Olulu
Organise an event
And like Victor Adewale
It will be that of poetry
It will be
Just us:
Not me and you
But You and me

For before me you come
And in me you come before all.
You will set your bosom
On soft grasses that bend to your
Sparking beauty
And I will set mine on your
Sentences.
You will look into my uncalm eyes
And I into yours to
Admire your soft and pure gazes
That will make me hide from
My own face in shy blushes
That elope with my dark skin
Alongside the night.
And with this..., my eyes become calm
See, on that day
I'll read my poem to
You,
You
Will
Read
Yours
To me.
I'll listen
You will listen
I'll read
You'll read
And when we are done
You will disappear again
Till we will hold another event,
Just you and I
In a sincere serene breeze smoked by the night's
Mouth of breaths
And puffed into us in silence
As we look into our eyes
In love; what love?
The love that is more powerful
Than poetry,
But you are a poem
To me,
Love is what inspires us
That's why it is more...
More than poetry....

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