Carver of My Chest
Burst lips, see
Come out with me to re-:
Appear stammering
After the burning sleet, when the sun is arising
A breath is for the visceral, waking dream
The breeze brings thin skins
The horizon gleams from hair tufts
Are watery rays to lips, the gutting leaves
Splurging lickers cocooning
Afore shimmer excoriates
When mouths attempt to procreate
As sunlight splits to rainbows
Birth bliss
As it roars
Aids a mesmeric splendour
As flowers bloom as we see
Vis-à-vis, as nature peels me
Eyes eloping in spring
Taken like a day-nymph, my metamorphosis
My Aedes aegypti, sentry of mine
His world whole and whole mine
What we come for alive
‘Bees rob nectaries
How doves fill like water tanks
Other times landfill
Spills after it sprees
Spores, you release, like a liverwort
You say we should row
Back to Ghana’s adobe domes
Knee-plea for our rights to the overlords
Pushing us out of our lobes!’
As you melt thy aureate heart
Solid-gold cold
For the lord shared
You’ll get filled with content of your own chest
And in grander ways
Your words break days
As my world delves into your eyes
Twisting all insight
Only tremble as we live
The salacious life
Find even your insides resplendent, I
You, lying there, threadbare; gasping for air
Satiated
An imp unity
Menial is the good we could bring
The light in soft shadows
Over yonder ethereally
In the ephemeral
Creation, when death does it be
My heart is well with thee
