VAGI SAMUEL

An evening appeal wove us together
Business as usual about you, me and them
Hours varnish before our arms held each other
As tears from the dimmed sky crashed our plan

For nights, we didn’t harass the mango tree abide the dark
Subdued light from our phones’ attended to our communion
Each meeting had the company of mosquito tone in union
Once more eves-dropping teens would sigh at the dog’s bark

Eight months emerged from the encoring
The shape of a basketball redefined your waist
Everyone pointed fingers at me for point scoring
That got me engaged in traditional bling at least