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Under your living lips:
a miracle of creation,
Red, as fierce desire
I take my lyrical roots
and erect an empire of tasty words
flowing freely from my nectar.

Under your talking eyes:
the mirror to existence,
A path leading to enlightenment;
White, as untapped innocence
I plant my words,
fertilized by hope.
Seeking a pint of your gaze:
(I could stare at you all day),
A concealed knowledge,
A glint in them: a shared amusement.

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Under your breathing words:
a testament to your wisdom,
the pinnacle of verbal ecstasy;
Green, as fertility
I hunger for solace there.
Listening to the music of your heart,
Longingly, I listen for your fears and
dreams,
Merging them with mine;
Taking roots

For,
Under your smile
lies a golden heart
surrounded by poetic honey,
Brown, as heightened passion
and as your taste lingers on my tongue,
I build my poems upon them,
And on them,
And for them.

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About the Author:

img-20160223-wa0003-e1479887220400Emmanuel Etop Idem is a student of Microbiology at University of Calabar. He enjoys reading poetry and listening to all genres of music. He also plays amateur chess.