She told me to write
Go was simple in tongue
I struggled to echo my thoughts then—
They refused to come
We have been like water and oil
You on me, me on you thing
With infrequent caresses on our selves
Licking you, licking me
Till you dry me; you are water
Every so often, I Klottey*
And you, the
We have entered each other.
Slowly at first; each kiss whisks us away
Like the crush of those two waters
Dissipate into air to return.
Our sources run deep, we are one.
We strive not hard for our hearts to be won—
We are one.
Then we halted.
Klottey stifled, its source run out
You refused, petrified by raging thoughts
But I feel same when I first healed you
From bitter times, from haunting thoughts
You remain
*Klottey a small river at Osu, Accra, which shares boundary with th Gulf of Guinea , Ghana's coast.
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