Let's Love by Josh Pampam (Nigeria)

If a portrait can sit comfy
on a pleated seat
placed at the top of your heart.

Drinking the pelt, by the smooching
and caressing your cold lips.

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Eating each day full of pert gazling
           of the eyes,
every seconds like a hawk,
preying chicks.

Sleeping on a sheet behind a hind glass.
               A blanket
to shield it from piranha.

                 Then why
                   won't you give me,
                     a being like you,
                       such tending and
                         Phillia?