Osei Zion

More Of You

I shiver in my coats

I want to wear more of you

Four arms on my neck, warm palms on my chest

Nose to nose, lips to lips, chin to chin

 

There is a fleeting, misty clouds in front of me

Hold me tightly

Grip me gently

 

I want to remain...

 

Sand is falling, rising high above

Thatches adorn with white, ...

glucose from the sky.