There is a summer hut
On the roof of the moon
Which all prying eyes cut
Waiting for us to swoon
So do those problems shut
II
We need our hands threaded in symphony
Our feet running in a perfect dance
To tickling sounds of harmony
Our eyes writing our thoughts in each other at any chance
Making our tongue’s pools our sweet and ever tasteful honey
III
Let our laughter rise from our souls
To massage our feet
And strengthen our soles
As happy songs follow through our street
Through our glowing hollow holes
IV
Oh gracious holes, where jumpy songs metamorphose into cool
Only to our fluttery hearts soothe
Who cares if we merge into a fool
With a heartbeat oh so smooth
As long as we end as each’s perfect loving stool?
V
After tickling ourselves silly
Like magical eagles, let’s fly to moon’s roof
You in me and I in you, even better in the chilly
As we each laugh at our many a goof
Climbing through the hardened even through the hilly
You are after all the angel of all my hidden goosebumps!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 20, 2018
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