The Soft Spot

After the time we spent to gaze at each other
Before we learned to walk with the other,
Casting down old stone to set up new ones,
Dressing the bruise from our blood line for love,

Eagerly stepping into the river
Facedown against feud that stuffed our diaphragm,
Girl, a pack of pens is too small to say
Half a world is less than your worth today.

I need a lamp to search the best among stones
Just to inscribe the names of this black bird,
Keep your heart till then away from old stones

Laced into the bowel of heartless god.
Meantime lovers can stand while the earth is firm
Not till a step can bathes a foot in bog.

by pedro moshood

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