Soft Cut

Soft Cut by De-sun

You left, your smile,
Still mistreats my thoughts.
Burning in my head,
Like a violent flame.

I still dream of you,
Write sad love poems,
On my pillows.
During my darkest days,
I watched our favorite movie,
Until it ended.

Everyday,
I want to see that soft cut,
On my smooth face.
You left behind that connection,
My soul to yours.

You Are Mine by De-sun

From the day of our independence
In 1847,
My heart has been longing for you,
Like the flowing cavalla.

At the twinkle of the light,
Which rises from the south of Monrovia,
My heart thirsts for you.

You’re beautiful, like the Sapo National park.
How I long for more of your sweetness,
That rises beyond the surface of Mountain Wologisi.

Oh! Beauty of the Lorma tribe,
You are my oxygen.
The air my lungs inhales
Exhale on the bedrocks of Cape Mount.

Where your love smokes my heart like dried fish,
Our village parent’s prepared for evening dinner.
Come let’s build the palace of love.

In my veins,
In the veins of the body of a Grebo boy.

We’ll sign a promise on the hills of Ducor,
Where the breeze from the Atlantic clamps on my soul.
To press the vow of agreement
that “You are mine.”

<strong>Sunny Eddie Crawford</strong>
Sunny Eddie Crawford

Sunny Eddie Crawford writes from Monrovia, Liberia. His works have been forthcoming in: Ducor Review, Love from home (Chapbook published by the Liberian Poet Society), Ngagi Review, Spillwords, Orange blog Africa, and the We Write Liberia website.

Sunny writes under the pen name: De-sun

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