Would you let me stay?
If breathing were thoughts
And I’m that ticklish patch of breeze
That travels from the northern winds of your hair
Trickling down-south;
the scruff of your neck.
Would you let me stay?
If I were that waft of licorice and patchouli
Adorning your nostrils
Igniting sparks to your olfactory
Making you close your eyes;
Making you wish, making you dream.
Would you let me stay
If I were the bearer, of the wishes of bliss
The fulfiller of your dreams,
Your vulnerability, your confidence
I think I’m here to stay, but
Would you let me?
Yomi Olugbode is an experienced Oil & Energy sales expert during the day; a writer, poet & thinker all day. He writes poetry to influence. He thinks poetry is divine, as such it must always be treated with sacredness.
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