Hot like a solar ball,
Crackling like a lightning bolt,
Sizzling like a drop of palm
Oil in a smoking saucepan.
I can read you, ma.
Kinetic like an avalanche,
Poetic like Dr. Maya.
Ancient like the pyramids
Of Gaza, your résumé
Is a shot of Mead.
Potent like latent omen,
Dead-on loyal like tribesmen.
Gyrating like a whirlwind,
Whooshing from the jar of a genie,
You're a sight scene.
Akpan
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