LINES AND VERSES

Smile. Your best smile: Let it linger like a light from the sun Our adulations unquenched. Veil your mortal fangs, Feed us luscious lies lest we feel their pangs. Speak. Your best words: Spill them with the smoothness of a Romantic poet; affect our sensuousness, Let even sages bask in their baneful showers. Walk. Your best walk: Let each step be a revelation of your Innermost swag, go on... Hypnotize our gullible minds While clueless cameras memorize. © Jude Ifeme Photo credit: media.sal on

Oh sweet Erika You wanted a place in his heart And got a spot in his car Another shade to his art The sacks below your eyes The ashes of withered passion A still star in moving skies Lays no claim to their motion Oh dear Erika Can't count your loses on ten fingers Matters of the heart are what they are But you got to leave this to the head © Jude Ifeme