Omoge campus
.
Her hair, a typical example of
Branches of trees
Beauty, noticeable like an abino in a market
Appearance like that of a fallen angel.
Her face, limned with unlike colors
Like the flag of a foreign land
Her neck, an abode for golds and slivers
leaning graciously on her cleavage.
Could she be the reincarnation of Jezebel?
.
Her chest, a valley that only
Doom resides.
Her smile, irresistible charm like
The beauty of a mermaid.
Aminated with dimples for the
Captivity of men
Could she be Jezebel in another skin?
.
Her skin, fashionably soft
But Naive to the impending seige
Of wrinkles.
Her legs, genetics of an ostrich
Elongated only to sweet sorrow
Omoge campus, the Jebel of our era
.
©2016
Balogun David Tolulope (drunk poet)
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