When love’s whirlwind sweeps
It moves fearlessly like a monster looking for keeps
Pressing hearts into one until it, one sound, beeps
II
When love’s whirlwind arrests
Every sour taste blends into milk like a newborns’ from breasts
Making unfathomable ills honoured crests
III
When love’s whirlwind stamps
Its desired sounds beat no ear-blasting amp’s
Even stinky hovels become exploring camps
IV
But when it slaps
Even Satan’s right hand claps
Applauding the athletes caught in their hearts’ traps
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) July 18, 2017