*TO ÀDÙKÉ, FOR VAL*
.
I'm on one noisy trip, to odyssey
Where fine silks and silken crowns
Are tendered on the braided hair
Of a hillside girl
Where love is placed on a thirsty tongue
And eaten with wild fruits
Where I can sail away with time
Without rhythm or enchantment
But if I'm long gone
Plough the land, a shelter for my grave
Over the contours of my love lines
Then, I'll gird my bare heart
In the hollow of my eternal bed
To celebrate deathdays and not val.
.
George O. Victor
*TheGhost👻*
— To the lovers.