Love's Pickets

Oh for such titillation

And sensual bliss-

Love’s elixir enlivening the

Hearts of amorous beings.

With arms entwined and curves

Aligned in serpentine pose…

Magic unfolds with rhythmic flair.

‘Tis of this, that the poets rave

That where love’s pickets

Bind two hearts and flames alight

As from a homely hearth-

Songs of the lyre thrills the air.

But when love is spent….

Rancid and stale, it burns

With the sting of aged brine;

So take heed you feuding birds

And bid not one another gloom.

By

Hope Kalé  Ewusi ©