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Do Not Ask Me To Love You If You Will Not Change My Name. 28-30.

I am the founder of JGA Writing techniques and an author on sweek


Sitting on the fence.

Sitting On The Fence.

Swinging rope
up and down,
as my feet count the air,
I reach for the wall
even though you stretch your hand.

The birds are my witnesses!
I love it up here -
my breath is easy
and I am safe
from the pains
that comes with the game:
Choices tickles me,
from sitting on the fence.

Vulnerable play,
heavenly desires,
It was never my intention,
to be half way in
and half way out.


The road.

The road

Sitting on a hand,
Excites a butt,
Rubbing some navel,
Pampers the liver,
And a hollow of lust,
Triggers your intestine
To merry;
Taking in junk food;
If all organs should fail
The hole to the mouth
Will not close:
So down it goes,
The milk only man produces .

She must see your screen,
Before she becomes your screen saver,
Her phone must not ring before your call,
And there cannot be roads to her house,
She can disappear!
Google knows :
An appointment letter she has received.

From boarder to boarder,
"There is nothing you cannot find in Togo"
At last she lay comatose,
By Mr Trump for five years,
Waiting for France to switch on the lights :
Inheriting double roads.




Do not get up,
I will pick you
Like a letter
That fell off a book
I never read:
O like a letter my son is about to tear,
O like a letter with writings of a Casanova,
O like a letter my step mother wrote,
Yes, like that letter :
Flowing on a stream in form of a boat,
Son of man fall
So you can become a letter.


© 2020 Jade George Anibor


Jade George Anibor (author) from Nigeria, Lagos Lekki Ajah. on July 30, 2020:

Thank you Umesh!

Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on July 29, 2020:

Well composed. Nice reading.

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