Young Spoils of the Forest
Covered with green wigs.
They are ebony like me.
I saw barely through it,
The forest shields her nakedness.
By disputing others.
An infinite haven of music.
From the sluggish rivers;
I could see Narcissus.
Who would pluck that elegant flower?
Daffodils taste like ice cream in summer.
The sun swims through youth.
We would become stars.
What is at the center of the earth?
A gardeners protects his food.
The sight appeals the mood.
He burns the weed off boundary.
Cheers! To the tools.
The Lord blesses workmanship.
To eject from the universe is death.
Prayers save a soul.
Achilles tells his secret to Hector.
A wise god isolates humanity.
The free choice mammals.
Nosey bags of curiosities.
Destroying to heal.
A virus before cure.
I see resin,
at the tip of a tree.
I see it preserved the star dust wasp.
The amber look on the bug.
I would be preserved.
As sod till gilt-oil.
The morning glows peace.
Silence pulls music.
The birds prepare flight.
These trees bud in summer,
with a readiness of fertility.
They are virgins till then.
My body heats up.
Discovery defends reality.
Materials build a state.
Stalks fight back.
The cool state of gases.
Inhaling the perfumes of green leaves.
I'm on the move.
The sun is heating up.
Three goats smile at me.
Men chase them away.
A surprised guest in town.
The canteen is fruitful.
Mornings are treasures for bricklayers.
My friend, still, asleep.
Dreams wonder us.
We greet casually.
A girl keeps staring.
We just meet.
Serenade sung from the window.
A mistaken agenda.
I hope she listens.
Copyright © Ogheneruru Wekpe | Year Posted 2017
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