Obianuju

I fear to tell you how much of your love that has drown me into your lake— I'm a body under water. Each time i walk on the street my body, a drumsticks playing itself would feel the rise of sensual excesses tingling the weak layers of my cells. Should I tell you why I come out each morning to see you? because my heartbeats recites in elocution at the wordings of your songs & I'll try not to escape the ligature of music you keep preparing for me. You devour my heart I'm afraid to tell you. I've wanted my diction to appease you, smoulder every ashes infusing your mind like coal to the pot, but it keeps infusing francophone rhythm, broken vowels clusters & brittle brittle voice. I don't know how I'll feel If I thaw the instant gaze frosting under the radiances of your countenance. Maybe I'll sink into loneliness all day long; why I travel to the dark house every night. Do not frown at this poem I've become, obianuju I'll no longer lurk privily like Cobra. I've fortify my heart to harm you via my love where we could get hitched in the wedlock of the church reciting poems from song of songs that spew out from the bosom of Solomon.