Players play like porters use clay
Forming, watering,  playing and wasting
Eventually messing up everywhere
Like kids in dangerous games
Sometimes harming themselves
Sometimes shaming themselves
Most times incurring the wrath of their carers
All in their initiation of fun

Lovers are like roses
They open wounds and show
Admitting they will take all blows
In any fighting show
Their sincerity being their anchor
Their flaw being their blindness
Why can’t I be the latter?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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