Let hands touch hands
If sparks flow
Let them worry about their lightening
As we enjoy their shine
Dancing to the whispers of the air
Exploring the contours of our bodies in our minds
Fishing for golden information
From the seas of our eyes

I’ve made a pact with the sky
Who has sworn to be our aid
Hiring clouds to hide the moon
From seekers
Setting a table in its imprisoned shine
For four hands
On two feet
On two bodies
With two hearts
Space only you and I can fill

No heart can dance like ours
In a harmony which fits the symphony of love
And garnish the laughter of happy breezes
And spin like the heels of Cupid
Even our clothes feel like third wheels
Needing hiding places
Miles away

Open the door of your mind
Send unnecessary thoughts on a short errand
Until we honour the date of nature
Satisfying the gods of flutters
And pushing regrets aside
So my sweet nectar
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)


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