Love Is Not a Butterfly
If love is not a butterfly, what then is love?
a ripe avocado pear, maple julep, honeycomb?
momma said I didn't know
much about honey bees that she kills the drone
first before accepting she is in love tune,
then hummns love melodies.
Love ; tastes of honey in my
mouth at dawn, at dusk It goes
sour or in between.
even if I let go, still your taste
like memory, a painful memory,
reopening itself into itself
like a wounded artery deep down
as my blood got congealed.
so love is not just a lovely butterfly
it first became a butter then flew
so if you say you don't love am gonna wait
till you drain of me. then you can humm
love tunes in melodies of me
Then love is a sacrifice,
but am I ready to be your Sahara?
Gideon Idudje
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