Hibernation

Written by: Divine Friday Idiong

Muse has neither gone limp
In me like a manhood 
At the peak of its use
Nor did my pen run dry
Like Esisi tributary in dry season.
It was only a period of hibernation
To prepares my wits
For the coming season.

Now my pen is erect
As if you were a naked maiden
Ready to ejaculate seeds of fire
Inside every open heart
Just the way Muse 
Have been doing in me.