Words by Mercy Williams
Photography by Asamaige Ogaga
- The clouds cried in crimson streaks when the great sky ball fell
- They say the sky mourned in pink robes that shredded with apocalyptic design at its ends, That when a mans eye kisses her fiery gaze...
- ...She takes his sight
- And when She smiles, His farms bring plenty
- The day we met magma springs welled furiously with ardor
- Ours was an inferno of passion, A radiance of energy
- As I cupped her molten heart in my arms...
- ...The air smelt of fried flesh and burnt bones, blending natural into streams of sweaty determination
- Who did it ? They ask, Who's earthen body swallowed the scorching prowess of the great fire ball and didn't disappear into a million lints of ashes?
- i am the one who TAMED the SUN
- O pĂ ri
Credits Muse - Femi Johnson Words - Mercy Williams Photography - Asamaige Ogaga
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