Bearing It

My lover would leave in the morning
at 5 o'clock
Oh sorry-off to work before 5'o clock
she will tell me my fight was seduction
and that she enjoyed us.



My lover will come home late at night
and will not seek me-thought I am there unhearing the tales of terrible traffic
By 4'o clock, she will spur for a fight
that fight!



IS IT AN EARLY MORNING DOSAGE?
WHAT IS ALL THIS ABOUT?
SO THIS IS WHAT ALL THIS IS ABOUT?
the world is a hybrid of pigeon holes and roundabouts
what we feed on, is not what we live on.



She wants what I don't want
-to make babies-I guess, I don't really know what she wants!
When I want her to hold
she leaves me in the cold
to rein over rains and the lonesomeness of the early rays




My love leaves at 3'o clock
with a quarrel of some sought
I AM FINDING SOMETHING TO EAT
TO MAKE ME HAPPY
JUST ANYTHING TO FINGER AND TASTE
TO ANYTHING TO DIP IN A HASTE-told my elder sister the tale.

She knocks loudly at 4'o clock
Open
And without caution, rushly gets what we both want
SPONTANEOUS!
Conflict and climax like a book by anybody worth it.

Wait
Wait what does she want?
She will be leaving at 5'O CLOCK
with her unstable heart being crested
with my unstable mind still feasted.
Femi Morgan