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Love Poem: Honora

Honora

Am falling apart, unconsciously
Riding willingly to the flow
Of honora, if I lose it
I'd slow

On the round face
Of dark-skinned body fitted in denim 
Your mild smile, losses my lace
Frankly, in a love like denim.

When you cross my mind
I'd lie down with your thoughts 
Stirring my pre-conscious mind
A lovely trap, in it am caught.