Cut My Heart–My beautiful Lady

Cut my Heart
With thy gentle touch
Destroy every bones
With thou blessed lips

Press every sides drained-fill
With my reddish blood
Beautifying thy holy hands
Allow nothing but
Your pulse to beat silently
With thy far cry reach

Roll my dead mild heart
On the platter to and fro
As you mingle it with thy
Breath of your sweaty feel

Add sweet flavor of mint and oil
Burning my heart in thou furnace
To rise among the loaves of
Greasy palms
Of thy magnificent love

MO.

Photo: lily-vanilli.blogspot.com

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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