THE STENCH OF YOUR NEEDS

You tripped on the stone of my warmth
…and landed in the lair of my love
Seeing nothing but darkness above
You say you can’t find your way out
I know it’s hard to find that way out
…but try

II
Your tears are flooding my abode
…man tears lack charm in a plea bargain
…where harm is armed with a damn
And hearts without light
…see none to pity

III
Bluntness is my bullet
…hoping to bail your interest with a death
Cruelty is my gift
…changing your memories into hatred
…then forgetfulness
…hopefully
Only weak hearts die
…in an unrequited love battle

IV
Strength is carrying your pain
…making it no bane
…to your attention strain
Strength is your smiles
…in all your yearning miles
…hiding needs like piles
…situated at CCTVless parts
…of the body

V
Love is a chain of hunting
…as the sheep hunts grass
…and the wolf hunts sheep
…as the lion hunts wolf
…and human hunts lion
Only lucky ones get fair chances
…of hunting themselves in equal halves
…to later merge in a determined pledge

VI
So find your way out
…please find your way out of my lair
You are no food I wish to taste
…neither is your blood water
…I need for a thirst quench
All I smell is the stench of your needs
…marring the success of my hunt
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 14, 2019

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