Poet corner entry; booked love by Aremu Adams

We started our love with prefaces
without a table where contentment
could be listed with priorities
--a table of contents

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we love in crystal leaves,
white as delight, transparent,
bound together with a hard cover
--the shell of our hearts

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we put love into action
in the chasms bitwixt parallel lines
as she moans in sprawled alphabets
and in knotted contextual meanings

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we smile in acts and fight in sequels
to be seen as the cast in scenes
at the end of every chapter

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as each page flips and drags
till the antagonist is the protagonist
and the latter soon is the former,
we take the climax for a coin;
a head or a tail
--a comedy or a tragedy

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and when it ends with a tail
we'd see it to be a drama
written by our hearts
with a beginning
and an end
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