ON PRIVATE CLOUDS (ADULT POETRY)

(Please this poem is rated 18. Persons below this age must not enter its doors. Thank you)

Under the full glare

Of eyes connected to tongues with flair

Let our eyes speak

Arranging a date on cloud’s peak

Where even shadows can’t be found

II

I will scent my little farm

With pleasantness which can cause no harm

And will heat my path to keep them warm

I swear it’s not a sham

So let’s meet on the private cloud

III

We will dance

For the clouds to fan and be our fans

And will twirl like alikoto on heated stone

None of us will pick a bone

So let’s meet on the private cloud

IV

After the dance, fans and shine

We will dine after we wine

A dinner meant for two

Clouds will close their eyes even the blue

As we merge our farms for a bumper harvest

V

Try and be firm

You know, I will not squirm

The digging must be strength affirmed

As the hoeing goes clean as clean is termed

Until rivers of sweats merge and join a sea;

A sea of satisfaction

So let’s meet on the private cloud

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014