I want the lines of your palms
Written in my diary
My future lives
As though they were already past
My days numbered
My deeds counted
And when I scoop your two palms to my face
Inhale your peroxide breath
Exhale my soul, blue kiss
Your eyes, too round full moons
Have dawned on me with undisguised thoughts
Warning me:
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

“I want the lines of your palms
Written in my diary
My future lives
As though they were already past”
… awesome!! Great work, Aka!
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Thanks, Noora!… very much appreciated.
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