Poem – And Love Got Tired Of My Undecidedness. (By Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh)

And Love Got Tired Of My Undecidedness

 

Leah gave me head in a dark boulevard

Followed me the whole twenty fucking yards

She knows it’s a game

And she came when I came.

 

And left when I turned left.

 

Fañ kissed my lips in an empty parking lot

Begging for sex, he gave decency no thought

I swear I was frisky

But told him it was risky.

 

And turned left when he left.

 

Love calls my name from a photograph

Urging me to consider her epigraphs

But I’ve been after cheap thrills and the flesh

And the truth waiting like a fresh quiche.

 

Until the heft of a dull regret is left.

 

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