POEM 230: SABRINA (IV)
would you let me drink you,
like cheap whiskey, in an old mug
and get drun(k) (in you) ?
would you let me dance the ballet around your aura
or write a ballad about your aura?
would you let me make moans escape your throat
like chimney expunging smoke?
would you let me make you young again
like the electrifying currents that sweep you away
and set you blaze
whenever I Igbolize your name?
this poem is for moments
that will gradually turn into a home
of you and I