On The Moutains Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

The body quickly remembers
how to die in the face of pain.
I will be a liar if I said
I wasn't tempted
yearning is hard to bear
but each time the urge came,
I bit my bottom lip
and rocked myself to sleep
I cast all sweetness
from my mind
Oh, my thoughts were far away
I won't allow the concubine
to become the wife
Yet,
a day of healing from the blessings
Of her flesh and scent
Those afternoons were
worth life itself.
I cannot help myself.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu