If structures could turn see-throughs
In these cold powered days
Many would find what stands true
In this raining May
Would be fun to watch
As lightening hugs get sticky
With eyes magnetizing eyes
Lips calling in other lips
Veins in arms sending hands on exploratory hunt
For pleasures abominable
In leisures of weathers so culpable
Lands get lost thinking love in digging
Only to wake to catches in feelings of rigging
Catches with spoons and plates
On future tables unplanned
How does it do it?
The electrifying touches which clean consciousness?
Oh cold! You’re so bold!
How does your old trick always get sold
Leaving lasses in prisons of responsibilities?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 11/05/2018