Your pupils are black holes
When they tug, they tug at me
Like how a tornado tugs at a gutter on the side of a tin roof house
At the banks of the bayelsa creeks
But instead of gutter and rain
It's blood funneled through my vein
And instead of blood
Its liquid love.
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