May I speak from my hearth?
For she has swam so far from my earth
If I in chase stoke this boat too hard
Would I scare her away bard?
If I revved, rowed hard with oars
Would her love flee from its roars?
Scenic sea filled with thuds and ruts
Eagerly expected enchanted jaunts
Like a typical Nigerian road magnified
Turns gut-wrenching and jolting
At least we ain’t seasick vomiting
Or maybe she is wanting to escape
I look at the sinuous seascape
Swarmed by silver fins, teeth, sleekiness
I neither see nor hear her golden bubbleness
Fearing strong torrents will sweep us apart
Yet reeling my head in from speaking my art
My heart battles ego – pride?
But my tongue streamed it vibrant in this ride
So engine’s off to watch the skies dream
For whisper, speak, or scream
Would a difference not make
So let this love sail
Whither it would
…to be continued
image credits: @thechudy_