A song and a woman
Nights when the covers aren’t warm enough.
Your head filled with dreams of her smile,
Standing afar and staring mouth agape as the rays from the moon falls on her battered skin.
Silk dress and open whisky,
A half-smoked joint and a cup of ginger tea.
Hips swinging seductively,
I am a sucker for a pretty face.
Walks by the sea,
The fishes and the seabirds;
All singing to me.
I am alone and there’s neither a her nor a she,
Just a lonely drunk;
Sitting by the sea.
– Marvelous Ikpea