The hunger for love
In the wet heat of evening, the sun
an orange eye in the slow wind, the
children pale as dust, trudging from
their minute wars, the men dark as
pain, bent iron, crooked with rust,
clambering from the hovels of
salaried exhaustion, & the women
empty without & within with waiting
their sole companion, the laziness
of eye shadows & lipstick gloss long
since cracked in the charcoal sink,
fired pot, the constant straddling
on her back, the city walks into
itself, agonised, sadder than an old
ship with leaking keel, hungry for
anything similar to love even if it
is ordinary animal lust.
📸: pixabay
Yours always,
Osahon(warpedpoetic)
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Let it be known that I was here and I envied this flow even more. Beautifully crafted :)
I love this. You are seen Tezmel.