If my heart tells lies;

speaks of fallacy,

then sweep me

beneath the mat of the sea


This harmonious, dizzy trilogy,

love, has made me

the sage of dreams

and fortune do I

cuddle with her softly


she is the oven

that does bake my heart,

with an inch of spice

and a kiss of cinnamon,

her lips are icing

on my being

there need be no candles

to declare my

souls new age

from solitude to great coherence,

as I have

become a glowing temple

since she came


she's more than a burger,

beef and cream together

her sweetness

baffles IN-N-OUT.

By Kakraba Afful

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