WARMTH AT SUNSET

There is a speck in my right eye
For your beamed left eye to see
To fuel the glows like fiery gold
Abreast scarce warmth at sunset

There is a keen piano in my heart
For your fresh forefingers to play
Poetically and medicinally I relish
Wholly spousal warmth at sunset

There is a bridal route to my heart
For only your groom feet to access
And a veiled mystery in my temple
For your spousal wisdom to unveil

Retire not into strange bedrooms
The pillows are yawning morgues
Drink not from stranger fountains
They are mourners' water bottles

Squander not your spousal energy
On the wandering bloody butchers
Deny me not our seasoned synergy
My heart is your warmth at sunset

There are buggers burning like fire
Upon bare bridal brows they hover
But who will deliver a faithful bride
From certified matrimonial hackers

Adeola Ikuomola
Tel:08031373303
E-mail:[email protected]