Keeping Your Sight (For Delali) - Nana Yaw Sarpong

Stares

Ridge
Clothes of nakedness
Mystique lurks like a fat rat

Hug

Trip

Kiss
Waiting to soil what new thing you and I have—
Hiding in old shadows that refuse to leave. But

Laugh

Bus stop.
I can see your footprints
All over Amasaman
And you have springs in your step

Hurt

Work
In your time I shall see your skill
Your creative spirit reels
Wearing letters before skirts
Then getting nude when the world’s most alert

Love
Let’s resurrect the buried parts
Pasts filled with joy
Regained at instances where we tear our passions
Passions that can be smelt centuries from today with today
And leave them to be picked up again, and again, and again
And littered.