WOUNDS OF TRUST
She lost his woundsstole their anguished wet lips.
She found love in blood,goddess of purity like
She kissed his feet wipedhis face dark lustrous hair.
Blood was the sacrifice,furnace-burnished trust.
Her love must be true.
The flat still smelled of herperfume. The coffee cup
held a red-crescent,
a lipstick memory of her
which formed a full moonin happier times. Desire burned
when the moon acquired alover’s round lips of ecstasy.
Mannerisms hovered in the air
like a cologne: the wayshe threw her head back
to laugh at your scented jokes:
the way dimples formed mooncraters on her
cheeks: the method of
her smile that flashed silvereven in the sun’s glare. But
most of all, the way she thrust
deeply into youpiercing, moaning then
leaving you marooned,
to stare at her dissolvingphotograph.
Agholor Leonard Obiaderi lives in Nigeria. He loves poetry and crime novels though he has no criminal friends. He has been featured as poet of the week in Poetry Super-Highway and Wild Violet Literary Magazine. His poems have been published in Storm Cycle Anthology of Kindofahurricane Press.