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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