Love turned sour
Your love was the milk of my life
Nourishment for my happiness
Like cheese – sweetened, pure and tender
Honey to my tongue.
But all I drink now are stale memories
That sets my teeth on edge
Bleeding from biting into life’s hard vanity.
New dawn of love
Your face so lovely…
looms like the moon in my hope’s night
Where the sun of romance has long set
And the vermin of doubt an ugly shadow casts.
Your eyes so disarming…
Like a crystalline stream paves a clear path
Through the dense woods of my defenses
As I peer into it’s sparkling promises.
The sweetness of your laughter…
Like echoes from paradise, makes my heart leap
Like a bird, free – that had been trapped in a cave-in
And now I’m hoping the dawn of love breaks for me again.
©Tee Akindele (http://poetry.tee-akindele.com)