​ROMANTIC GIGGLES

Screaming pores are appalled

By the disco light-like mounds

Which tickle in pinch mode

Dancing to the whispers of air

See the feet of seduction touch the skin of need

The sky, today, is not fair


II

Peacocks hide themselves in their wings

Shedding fowl tears of yearning

Afraid to be caught by nightingales

Eagles have descended from their high stools

Into caves where lionesses beg for the touch of lions

Praying hyenas drive further away

On their amorous flirty trains

Tender bodies stooge for the whips of painful canes

Well, isn’t this queer?


III
I have seen this day

Where the earth mates big trees

Until their firm and big rears unplug from its sockets

Who thought this day would come?

See owls grovelling in daylight 

In search of pairs to heat their needs?

I see a dog working bedmatically with a goat

Strange airs in muffled pairs


IV

Never knew rains could fill the mouths of drains

Driving them insane into spitting to slap the innocent

Never thought beds could complain

See them break through creeks into loud speakers

Pleading for calm from their turning loads 

Mischief giggles and tickles with furs


V

I now know the reason Adam’s Eve was built

I now see the season which gave reason

For living pairs

Many spirits hover in wait of womb openings

They are sure to get rooms today

Although many would be ejected as soon as they land

Lucky ones would see the light in nine moons

Still, strange is the test of the sky

Which serenades with thunder and lightning-fireworks

To lure innocent bodies into thoughtless passions

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) July 25, 2017

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