A hidden place of love

There is a hidden place
in the heart of young love

light, alive than
the morning sun

coarse talk,
voice of a growing song

romantic breath, withered leaves
Form hairy bloom

Tender hands,
fruit of a virgin’s breast

Running sweat, sacrifice
of elderly men

eyes, the infant shares
With his earthly pair

lips, gathering moon
at the service of the nightingale

Two hearts, secret words
written in purple blood

There’s a hidden place
of young love,
Heart of love knows it all

MO.

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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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