TELL ME YOUR NAME IN DATE

Please tell me your name in date
So I can crown your preparation in grand state
For I’ll hate to be found in tattered drawers
Or worse in my birthday suit
…by my revered
And I’ll hate to be seen without my shea shine
Even if flies start to on me whine
So tell me your name in date

II
I’ll hate to be in a bra unfitting
And will hate to show the morgue
…hairs unsettling
Perfection is a dream of the state
I hope to meet you for your high rating
So tell me your name in date

III
You sure won’t like my hovering spirit in a shy state
You sure won’t like seeing my awkward soul in a dishonored bait
You sure won’t want me to hover like a bad ghost
Fighting off your hunt in angst
You know I can do more than that
So tell me your name in date

IV
I must look like perfection
Ooze love for an impressive goodbye
I must leave no horrors
And model royalty for an unforgettable absence
I must daze eyes to state my fate
In letters perfumery
To kill off the flies of disgust
And banish unfortunacy from my funeral
So do tell
Tell me your name in date, dear death day.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 20, 2020