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The Kiss



Sometimes ago, I was watching Doom at your Service (a Korean series), particularly the episode where the lead woman makes a deal with the mother deity to erase the memories of her and her boyfriend. 

For context, the heroine struck the deal to try to save her deity boyfriend’s life in exchange for her life and to save him from the excruciating pain of living on without her.


In a subsequent episode, even with all their memories of each other gone, they still found a way to each other. How sweet right 


The poem was inspired by the scene where he kissed her and all the memories came gushing back at both of them.


I hope  you like it❤️




Hands clasped together 

Some distance covered 

Girl talking 

Guy’s ears working overtime 

Her, his world, him her world 

As they walked step by step 

Under the navy blue sky filled with glinting stars


His eyes wander from the vastness of the dark sky above 

To the level of the orifice of hers below

From which hundreds of words 

Fall out Unhindered 

Unfiltered 

One of the countless things I love about her.


Enough 

I’ve something to tell too

He says in his mind 

His eyes giving the clues

And For a lack of words 

Leaning down 

As her height lacked some inches that her mouth worked overtime and tirelessly 

To cover and to make up for 

He shared with her 

Wordless Words unspoken in its thousands and intensity 

Sealing it with his lips 

Lest they escape 

And as though he took her words too

She was left speechless 

Even after regaining composure 


A smile plastered on their faces 

Hand in hand again 

They went another mile 

Half of it in silence 

Because their minds were doing the talking now.



Ifedolapo 

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