MY GOLD MEDAL

You pump through my veins like a blood vessel
i should call you the olympics cause you’re my gold medal
like ballet you’re a highly technical form of dance
which takes years to learn & master; so i practice to understand

Honestly

You’re all i see
awake or fast asleep
when its hard to sleep; i count on you instead of sheep

Thinking

About your red lips
& the simple quietness of your demeanor in this
even as you break the rules

As

I do to
loving someone who i hardly knew

When

Others want me , but i only need you

artist Obaji Nyambi

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