Spread Of Rhyme

I'd like to lay my rhyme

On the bread of life

Like a flavored spread

Breath of the Divine

I'd like to sniff the scent

Of pregnant cadence

In Eden

Where words are eggs

Of the exotic garden

I'd like to fish for vowels

From the crystal river's bowels

And entice metric bees

Away from their honeycomb

And suck honey from Earth's womb.

Akpan