Three Poems|Sofiat Omowumi
LIFE OF A VIRGIN
Sometimes,
I see my waist
Clad in your arm’s shawl.
I feel your succulent lips on mine
Like a well-cooked cow-hide as
we take in each other’s breath.
Then,
I see myself underneath you,
You unlock the door beneath my navel
With the key between your thighs
and we feed the night with our soft moans.
Daydream is a mirage.
My mother would say,
“Don’t enjoy dinner before dinner,
Time for each meal will arrive.”
VANISH
My sky craves for your smiles,
the stars that once lit it up.
My ears prod the air for your voice
but only found echoes.
You have vanished like words written
on ashes while the wind blows.
You turned into kitchen smoke that
stole its way into thin air.
You became fog and picked race at
the sight of the early sun.
GRIDLOCK
Rain on my roof
Chitchats with my head—
hazy conversations.
There’s gridlock in my head as
Metaphors strive between the intertwined queue.
Imageries flash like a lightning in my mind.
Perhaps if this gridlock clears,
I shall set my pen on the journey between blank sheets.
I hope it’s free of fogs and potholes.
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Bio:
RAMON Sofiat Omowumi is an undergraduate student of English and Literary studies in Federal University, Oye-Ekiti. She’s a writer—drama, prose and poetry and loves nature. She gets inspiration mostly from nature.
One Response to “Three Poems|Sofiat Omowumi”
Ezeani Sunday Chukwuma
I cherish the poem, life of a virgin. The last lines are very informative.