Remember the Woman? - Etim Emmanuel Uwe

 

Remember the Woman?

Your smile still hunts

me through beautiful

minefields,

And who am I to run when

salvation chase? 

At night, when I wake to

caress the back of silence,

I still hear you loud, and most

times you speak with a rivering

accent, 

For you carry me back,

You carry me back to the

shore of me loving and then

unloving you without Juliet

reasons, 

But in the prison of one

reason, of which i cannot

free myself,

I suddenly again feel like

a bird craving for thy cage, 

Or like a pig that wants

to wallow in the septic of

your mess,

Together scented, until

the anus of the sky be

touched. 

Etim Emmanuel Uwe