Open the heavens and send down the rain
I want to taste you again
The decadent dreams and palatable Proverbs
Your voice rings truer than Solomon’s Songs
An inscription of your heart’s psalms burn onto palms
I want to embrace your change
From cool lateral attitudes of a sabbatical frame
Or the temper aflame via fire-tempered steel from whence it came
Those eyes buried and carried luster of a pharaoh’s tomb exhumed
Laughter and sighs prying open my covenant to not be lured in by these such riches
I sacrifice sleep daily to alter my altar for you
Yes,
There is a such thing as God in the form of your skin
I send praises in kisses
Hoping not to betray your inhibitions
No Judas Iscariot
But I lay before your garden
Gethsemane, gently I speak in tongues
For I hope not yet to be crucified in your love
Before resurrecting ***** before your sunrise
Amen

Ifeanyi N. Okoro II © 2015