MY HAREM
Saeed kamalu Bako Is my brocasarea subsiding? I become subservient when it retrogrades The moment is that of retrospection I wish the world will stop for a second So that I can do what people normally do Let me discover and destroy Like a megalodon but still I adhere to her wish I touch my Harem I touched her lips last night And the night before last I cried so laud mourning her amenorrheic condition But her saliva taste like retsina Is she a servo? So I asked my sense Because It was like a servitude when I stood at the rostrum of that heart The heart of Harem I called mine Should I say nemesis caught up with my spirit? That moment I become a hubris But the poem I wrote to my love is an epic It seems as if I study prosody so much Because the metre in it blends Should I say those words were onomatopoeic? The poem was a kind of catharsis For there was never a story of woe Than this of her and I In her life...