From the Heights (A Magical Fantasy) / Poem by Obella Stephen

 
Poem by Obella Stephen
 
 
From the Heights
A Magical Fantasy
 
infinitude Lovely Garcia
Coz I can, we’ll be an orb infinite
I love you, am African hunter.
On thorntop; blowing a flute of ero
above your bleeding heart.
Amma sing for you Dominican,
Broken by retakes inna mi freshman year
Universe is sol to Philistines
And I kiss your lips, and die.
 

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