Be the horns when you blow poetry into my ears
So I may dance
Or snap my fingers in accolades
The imagination
Writing you into my pages
Hoping the words would jump out at me
And hold me after the first stanzas
Piano keys
Press my soul
Hear the tuning
Tighten my heart strings
On stage
You perform
I surrender as your audience.
Ifeanyi N. Okoro II - © 2018
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
Be the horns when you blow poetry into my ears
So I may dance
Or snap my fingers in accolades
The imagination
Writing you into my pages
Hoping the words would jump out at me
And hold me after the first stanzas
Piano keys
Press my soul
Hear the tuning
Tighten my heart strings
On stage
You perform
I surrender as your audience.
Ifeanyi N. Okoro II - © 2018