Tonight, I’m but a shell,
Stretching its stingy nerves
To reach my love at pitch’s peak.
I’m unwilling to let go
For I found my muse.
Amuse me with strings of joy,
I’ll cross rivers to reach your taste.
Let the show begin:
Bath me with lavenders
And I’ll feed you natural honey.
It’s a sin to delay this process
And if this be a love forbidden,
I’ll defy all tempting odds
To fulfill this purpose in me,
If only heaven bears me witness.
Featured image by Mayur Gala via Unsplash
About the Contributor
Jainaba Danso is a young African writer who is enthusiastic about cultures. She is also a lover of nature and landscape. She has published a poetry anthology named If We Must Kiss. As a law student, her life revolves around laws and literature.
