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Describing love

Everyone loves to hold me
to quench their thirst.
I am long and can stretch within your family.
I’ve witnessed the many generations
holding meetings in my oval.
the women who pout their mouths for their first kiss.
I am a lineage,
a holder,
a link,
support.
always used like the word ‘use’.
In my dreams, I am a wire between lovers,
a friend to the moon, and a relative to everyone.
men fight for me
children rush for me.
I am a billet-doux for a writer in these parts
a reminder the village cannot hold talks without my family.
if I had eyes, it will be sore,
for the people have hurt me and held me and hurt me and stretched me
and some days I could just snap!
blind my cul-de-sac room so I’m treated with respect.
in all of these, I am writing to you
as the umbilical cord
and a friend to the well.
no shalaye me as I don come your house.
I am no different
gu
ga
Ruddapoet
One comment
QueenBeeba
February 20, 2022 at 7:00 am
Beautiful poetry