In my deepest solitudeI envision the width with whichYou'd spread those armsTo gather me in your bosom
My palms have possessed a ruffians callusAnd I pray they’d be tender on your breastsMore tender than my lips would be
Plenteous thoughts I have thought of youAnd I would give the latest breath of mineIf I am told I own your heart no moreBut who dare presumes to say as muchShall have him thrown in a gallowAnd who lies betwixt your breastsShall have a worse fate.----Inez Anigbogu
