Day 3: Desire

Write me down

Like an ethereal sound

Strike the chords of my affection

With the delicateness in a grandmaster’s thumb.

Cause I will yet be music

To 10,000 ears

The sound of my voice poetry

That will usher up a pool of tears

In the eyes of all who absorb it.

An item of rejoicing to them that will receive.

And this rhythm will never change

But it will spark a flame

That, in its turn, will ignite a revolution.

Pick me up

Like a soulful song

Hum my exhales like a melody

Cause, you see, this life will be the earth’s harmony.

Inhale me then

Like your soul-force oxygen

Covet me like redemption’s own pathogen

Come, blow the horns of peace

Chant the symphony of bliss

And come traverse the realm of poetics

With I, your sweet release.

Akpan