Cool Down
“Cool down, cool down,
Look at me, wild hot baby,”
Moon whispered in my ears.
Then she carried me away,
twined on her cool rays,
up, up to unknown cool skies.
I do not know when,
she landed me back quietly
again on my cold old bed.
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2018
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