The poem below is a love-themed poem. It speaks of a lover who wants to know if her ‘good’ side is all her man is interested in. She wants to know if he will be willing to stay in her moments of irritability, and prickliness. She wants to know if he will still be there when the bad times of loving comes…
 

You say you want to
walk along the coast
with the wind in our faces
You say you want to
lift me up to the sea
and hear my screams
You say you want to
feel my frantic kicking
and my loose strikes
against your chest
You say you want to eat my face
Because it tastes like sweet

But what about my sour?
Would you still love the taste
when all the sugar is gone?
Would you still be locked palm in palm
when the wind is calm and still?
Would you still lift me up
when my screams grow nails
and dig into your head
running you mad, and occasionally
regretful of ever catching my wind?

 

                                                                                

 

Read more from V. Naa Takia on her blog.

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Born Ghanaian; I never really wrote anything until age 14 when I had begun to write a few short stories. Before then, reading for me was mostly on billboards and the few books I got from my friends in school, but my interest in novels would peak really fast.

The first poem I wrote was ‘morally wrong’. I still cannot bring myself to recollect the erotic words of ‘Climax’. But that was what broke the ice for me. I quickly found my voice in another way—poetry. And this is what I love to write now.

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