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Spill - Abdulmueed Balogun

Spill out your mind to me girl!

set loose the tamed cupid-firefly pulsating in the Orchard of your mind,

spill out that loving Eros description of me roaming in the chamber of your thoughts.


Purge your feelings into poems if they're too laden to be ferried to my ears by your mouth.

Girl! that veil of pretence, you're lurking behind is too thin and sheer,

I can see through it.


The mask you wear to faux the unquenchable passion

that burns from the burner of your heart for me,

when your eyes like a bulbul perch on

the twig of my face---- is transparent.


Spill out your mind, tell me how you truly feel, girl! this feeling is a mutual jazz, two can dance.


Bio:

Abdulmueed Balogun is currently an undergraduate, studying Medical Laboratory Science, University of Ibadan, Oyo State, Nigeria.

Writing poetry is a dream come true for him, and every day he strives to stretch his poetic wings. Poetry had changed his perspective of life, and to him, poetry profoundly is a blessing.


He was the runner up in the REFORM NAIJA,

writers contest- "FREEWILL" in November, 2020.

His poems have been published/ are forthcoming in different online publications and anthologies, including;

Headline Poetry, Unique Poetry Journal, W-Poesis, Literary Yard, Indian Periodical, New Horizon, Unpublishable Zine, Society of Young Nigerian Writers (SYNW) - (Ripostes of locked down voices) among others.

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