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The initials;
of a name,
that smoothly glides
off my tongue,
that belong,
to a sumptuous one
who, with tasty thoughts,
overwhelms me,
that remind me,
of a beauteous one,
that stars come out
only to worship,
and a frightened sun,
secretes from her glare,
of one,
who creates
the sound of dolphins,
clapping, when she talks,
that exudes
therapeutic ripples
when she smiles,
that’s my sweetest thought
when I retire,
and my greatest inspiration,
when I wake,
that’s my sounding board,
my touchstone,
and for whom,
upon a rack,
I’d gladly lie.

…………………………………
Alexander Twinokwesiga.
Kampala, Uganda.
Monday, April 14, 2014.

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