Kòt Muen Read Count : 7

Category : Poems

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kòt muen 

1

One day I was 

Sitting in my chair.

There I was deeply 

Meditating.


A Cobra out 

Of thin air appeared,

Thought to my Self this 

Is  a-ma-zing.

 

Its Red Yellow 

Cir-cum-ferenc-e,

Began to Coil then 

Re-form into 


An Image brite 

Ma-jes-tic t-o stare 

At her Image in 

Underwea-r. 


2

Put-ting her Ear

On my left Chest to

A level where I 

Hear her Breath-ing.


Her Creole Tongue 

Say I have given 

Her a Reason For 

Liv-ing,


I have something 

To confess impressed

Tho it may be Hard 

To imagine.

 

How it feels to 

Be com-plete for Sh-e’s 

M-y Miss-ing Rib.

My Missing Rib


3

One day I was 

Sitting in my chair.

There I was deeply 

Meditating.


How my Heart Beats 

Skips as if there’s 

Something missing.


How it feels 

More or less,

Let’s just say what 

I wouldn’t gi-ve,


To be Com-plete, 

F or Sh-e’s foun-d 

M-y Man-ke kòt, 

My Miss-ing Rib.

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