WOUNDS OF TRUST
She lost his wounds
stole their anguished wet lips.
She found love in blood,
goddess of purity like heart-breaking desire.
She kissed his feet wiped
his face dark lustrous hair.
Blood was the
sacrifice,
furnace-burnished
trust.Her love must be true.
HAUNTED
The flat still smelled of her
perfume. The coffee cupheld a red-crescent,
a lipstick memory of her
mouth
which formed a full
moon
in happier times. Desire burnedthe fiercest
when the moon acquired a
lover’s round lips of ecstasy.Mannerisms hovered in the air
like a cologne: the
way
she threw her head backto laugh at your scented jokes:
the way dimples formed moon
craters on
hercheeks: the method of
her smile that flashed silver
even in the sun’s glare. Butmost of all, the way she thrust
deeply into
you
piercing, moaning
thenleaving you marooned,
to stare at her
dissolving
photograph.
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.
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