I have plucked a thorny flower
my blood drips and the flower blooms
even though my mind is sheol
you light up every corner of it
with your radiant smiles
and gleaming blinks
you always come with a bowl
to fetch my despair to a sea of hope
I twine my tongue with yours
and suck life from your mouth
to fill my soul and negate emptiness
your looks are my sacraments
my destiny is knitted to yours
and yours to mine
on dark nights like this
you caress and polish
my sunken, swollen and sullen face
with your calm words
you are my nightingale bird on repeat
your voice is a music
in an infinite loop in my head
your flaws are my rosary beads
my pilgrimage lies on your thighs
with a sumptuous road ahead
my hurts melts on your cleavage
and flow to your perfectly rounded breasts
you are my sanity in insanity
and the harmattan fears your warmth
for you have adorned me
with a garment of love
I want to revel in your
uncladness and sit comfortably
in your eyes, your eyes
are the blue beacons
guiding me to heaven, and now
I give my soul to your Lord to take.
Omoh, see lines! You too dey write. I guess your first few lines lured me and now the flower blooms. Lol 😂 Great job, poet.