Poetry/Spoken Word

Tease Me More | David Ishaya Osu | Spontaneous Poetry

TEASE ME MORE

an endless gasp, down
a sweet lake of 

yellow amber, a coming
of peaceful swans – you 

call all stars to 
the centre, call me

by my fruit, call me
into a glowing

night, dripping
crying for more blue – you

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