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Thursday, July 19, 2007

A Poem?


At his touch, I loosen.
At his caress, I melt.
As the lone finger
Finds me and knows me,
I loss.
But at insertion …
SHIT! This is rubbish.
He’s failed.

(c) UZEZI EKERE. 8th DECEMBER. 2002.