by Dolapo Hamzat
Today, I lost her.
She was the medium of my muse, she used to soothe me.
She always tangled herself around me, curled like a creeper plant.
She was slim, tall.
She was ebony, shiny.
She had hands, that were always on both sides of my face.
She put them inside my head, but they reached inside my soul.
She was a pipe, that branched into halves.
She released a flood into my soul, and soaked my whole.
And I drowned, happily, willingly.
But, today, I lost her.
And I’ll never see her again.
. . .
For my lost Sony earphones. I’m sorry I wasn’t careful enough with you. And I’m sad I’ll have to replace you eventually.
(Already replaced her with a lightskin Samsung bitch).
Dolapo Amusat blogs at www.stellarenssemble.com