Oti

Memories of your face, so eager to please, the soul in your grace, you recoil at my thunder, my very conceit, a man fixed by numbers, they call me too late, eager to squeeze, the times where you lay, a path uncluttered, my insides heave, wish you were my lover, went out one day, while I’m sound asleep, dreams fall away, it makes you wonder, rings, stones, your place, who splits who asunder, who, I hear you say?