Fantasy by Josh Pampam (23, Nigeria)

Dear daughter,
when a boy tells
you, he loves you.
His words may wear
the taste of your mom's dish.
Relax, eat them all,
but you must vomit them
before you sleep at dusk.

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When a boy tells
you, he loves you.
Shot silk may sit on his skin,
like roses on flowers.
Let your eyes eye the texture,
but remember, down the roses --
lies trillion of thorns.

When a boy tells
you he loves you.
A handful of pity may dance
on his countenance,
like leaves in autumn fall.
Sell your sympathy to him
and let your ear leap along,
but please, keep this 
at the top of your mind --
"No kite stays up forever."

When a boy tells
you he loves you,
pairing you with the moon;
saying you shine like the sun.
Blush, show him your dimples
but, always see yourself as sugar
and him like an ant.
Unless you want to be devoured.

Dear daughter,
When a boy tells
you he loves you,
with your features
flying out of his lips.
I guess the mirror
might tell you the same,
Yes! But they are all unripe.

When a boy tells
you he loves you.
Tell him you love him too,
but Jesus loves us more.

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