Thursday, 13 September 2018


The Things Love Becomes

One day,
you will pick the pieces of your heart,
and make a mosaic. Blood and tears
will hold each piece together, as it
hangs on the walls of memories,
to be a constant reminder of the night,
your man asked you out of his life,
the same way he asked you out-
with fire in his eyes
and a storm in his mouth.

And on that day,
love will be to you, a poem
trapped in the brush of an artist,
a graffiti licked up from the wall
of your heart by time,
an illusionary smoke from a plate
of cold food
& the serpent in the garden of life.


  1. Reminds me of a popular quote, promises made in the calm are forgotten in the storm..

    Nice one EHI