Slain By My Affection

Slain By My Affection

 

Your grace is yoke of my mind
You, Whose decree I’m slave
I am blind
I see your shadow whisk away
Resting in the arms of
that deciduous tree,
I kept the life of your route
busy with my ambition
I, hunter of your elusive love
awaiting your breezy passage
In the fragrance
that awakes the dead,
I sniffed your near presence
Stung by the poison of wandering hands
Of Indefinable spell…
You were there;
Slain by my affection,
expelled to the garden,
where angels alone fondle flowers
with touches of magical might

Her adorned lips, beckoned at mine,
Gently In a sexy anger, feigned, preaching
Soulful sermon that
Pushed my courage
farther to a lethal point,
at a skillful alternate of gears

With no instrument of war, she is
conquered in my arms, a dazed mouth,
Dead to life’s worries!
An endangered soul, in a tangle with
my love-possessed fingers,
sunk in the bosom
of an endowed flower,
spread upon fearful flesh
In a scent of seduction
using the demon
Of rare hay fever, evenly.
Eyes shutting, in sweetness of stoked fire
insensibly, in a depth
Only fantasy can imagine
The heaving, downy temple,
kinder than the furs
On the breast of a white dove

tells of life’s resilience
In the sight of spasmodic rhyme
Like the pulse of sleeping waters

A prude’s  spurn
tamed by golden touches,
muffling beats of thanks
to passion’s lull,
In this stream of worship,
your soothing soul’s finally drowned.



11 thoughts on “Slain By My Affection” by sammie osezele (@samosa)

  1. Lovely poem…I like the last paragraph…Well done.

    1. Thanks Bubbllinna. if you could like it , that means a lot to me in my expectations. Sincerely, the whole poem is from my angle, huddled up in terms of the stanzas. I did all within my means to effect some stanzaic corrections in the original form, no way. what i am saying is that, the poem has cases of merged stanzas that are never supposed to be together. it is very hard in NaijaStories to correct a write up from the submission template. This could be changed!

  2. sambright (@sambrightomo)

    However your complains,you have explored the existentials of ur imaginations and regurgitate d replica of ur emotions.For that effort,I duff my heart.It aint easy to be crafty.Tres bien!

    1. Thanks brother…merci monami

  3. U tried broda. U really did.

  4. You can always finalize your work on your system or when it is published. This is a good start.

  5. The message was sweet. I like.

  6. Amor (@iykewifey)

    The expression make sense.

  7. Really lovely poem…imagery was on point…
    Love the sexiness but, the obsession of the persona’s scary…hehe

  8. A prude’s spurn
    tamed by golden touches,
    muffling beats of thanks
    to passion’s lull,
    In this stream of worship,
    your soothing soul’s finally drowned.

    I LOVE THIS

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