underneath the skins
of rain is a language
of warm and cold a soul yearning for a body

i wear your warm human
to make fireworks in my soul

your bodies as earth
is where i grow kisses
to harvest a sperm of souls

i am the moon-spiritual,
cumming a milk planet in your
firmament, stars.

you’re the sun undressed
in shades reflecting
my nude image as flag on the moon.


Blue Moon

undresses our human
& we become wolves,

making love
vampires bite, &

lust for our own
blood in love
once in a blue moon.



Written by Nwankwo Prosper Okwudili

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Categories: Poetry

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