Your body you offer
readily
a sacrifice to carnal pleasure.
Your heart you guard
fiercely
a weighty nugget of pure gold
your lifeline.
I wonder who had hurt you so
my dear.
Claw your anguish onto my face
beat your wild rage onto my chest
wet my neck with your salty sorrow
let my tranquility be a haven for your troubled spirit.
Me
your august scapegoat
noble offering to
absolve you
of this perennial grief
plaguing you so.
© 2006 Ségun Ògúntólá