Desire
I choose to sit on the fence:
saddling
raging passions
taming
unruly manes
threatening
to sway out of control
promising
to imprison reason.
I choose to make my bed on the fence:
Here
in the open
I
can hug away intimidating huddles
that
denies a lust free flow.
I love to settle on the fence:
This is where I can watch the sunset
and think of the passions you ignite in me.
I won’t change anything about you ---
Like the soft yellowing edges of sunset ---
I will just let you be
Original. Authentic. True. Unusual.
Grace Danquah I am a writer living in Accra-Ghana. I write about the daily lives of 'ordinary people.' I believe they are the real creators of magic. some of my works have appeared in online journals like 'The Mamba,' 'ActiveMuse,' Lothlorien Poetry Journal' and 'PoetrySoup' among others.
This is a beautiful @ Ntim Obed
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