As Far As Conversations Go

Oh dear! Can I have all of you?
All of me? How? What do mean?
I want every single fold and curve you bear
I still do not understand what your eyes say,
But, I wish you would allow me one more day
I wish an extra day was certain for me
Please! I’m not ready to be taken
I wasn’t ready to be lonely either-
But you see, life isn’t fair even for a second
You speak like one who suffered a heartbreak
But I can tell from the way you move,
You are only looking out for what your stomach would hold
I love worms who try to beat their brains out
They taste better, and help with the guilt
Now, it is beyond me. You have my consent
With pleasure…

Victor Oyedele