Wasola. . .

Eyes filled with glazed intelligence
Filled with questions
Questions directed at me;
“Why do you hesitate??”
I hesitate because I—
Even now I hesitate in
Explaining why I hesitate…

All I know is that
When I see you
My mind is not lost at sea. . .
My mind sinks down
To the bottom
And buries itself
In the soft sands
Of uncertainty…

Feyisola A.

Hair as flowing as the Niagara
Eyes like twin supernovae
That draw me to her
Like it’s aftermath
While engulfing me in fire and ice
Like a sickening paradoxical apparition
That haunts and taunts me.