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Apr 2021
Oh be quiet,
and listen,
did you hear
the steps of tiptoe,
like someone just
entered my inner space.
Be quiet now,
I bet you didn't hear
the whispers of my muse.
Generous words he says to
calm the shattered nerves
of my restless soul.
Like the gratifying
sweet soothing wine,
an elixir to heal
your brokenness.
Like the mouth
watering flavor of
a rare nacter
in a beautiful gold chalice
trimmed with silver.
Like a warm chocolate
dripping from a lovers mouth.
Like the aroma
of ylang ylang and
lavender oil on a lovers body
seducing your senses,
so are the sweet words
of my muse whispering
in my ears.
Dripping like thick juice
from a honey comb
into the mouth
of a ready heart.
The words making magic
in my mind as
I write them down
in my parchment
for you to read.
Can you hear
the muse whispering
as he steps out
of the sunset on
a spiders web waiting
to ride the moon.
©2021,Emeka Mokeme.
Emeka Mokeme
Written by
Emeka Mokeme  M/Nigeria
(M/Nigeria)   
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