Second Minute Hour Hand At The Same Position Poem by Dejo Samuel

I miss you more than I can express
If it's your body or your company
To me is like a second minute and hour
hand at the same position.

I miss you more than I could have prepared for
If it's all the time or when I'm horny
To me is like the salt eel and sea
All at the same place.

You've built a mud house
Out of worry
And when you see me
You hold a smile back
your demeanor is flat (flat
) as the back of a building
When my words dance with excitement
Yours wrestle with sluggishness
And we're like a boat on a still sea
Left to ourselves