Day 17: The Wind

I feel the gush of the wind

Beneath, lifting me off my feet

And my water runs deep.

Mystery rapes my reason

And my unconsciousness got fertilized

Birthing a stampede of unspoken seductions.

It shades and dapples my mind

With a wide spectrum of exotic imagination.

Then I walk in a door

Ineradicable, to witness ineptitude roar

My status is displaced

On a diagram of men

And so are my ways.

But no one will take this from me

Even if their minds were warped and drilled

Like the depths of a valley.

Not if their arrogance

Is the peak of a mountain.

The panther within pounces on zephyr

And underneath are the wings of desire.

Akpan