I Recoil

I recoil when whips are lashed
At backs, backs that give warmth
to suckling babies.

A drunken head
Eyes that are redened
Legs that are wobbly

from your nocturnal ride
you descend on
hands that cook treasured meals

A special hand that makes the bed
That rocks the baby.



Emeka Chike Nwogu




Poetry by Emeka Chike Nwogu
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Written on 2006-03-21 at 11:51

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Amanda K
Very insightful and descriptive but can i know from where you got such an unexpected theme?

Love,
2006-09-06