Open! Floret of the mountaintop
My heart is full of green sprouts
Birthed in your season, my hilltop
flower, amazing—–
Ezi nwunye, overtop of the cathedral
of trees
Hatched from your uterus, the
mornings
Your eyes, moonlights glimmering
on the lawn
Why should I, this path? Forgot
Onyenuche. Our love, tightly interweaving
strands
Let no hiccup singe our eyebrows
With shriveled sand mote in the clouds—-
Spread your petals. Ours, no sabbatical
Odinani, Odinani, priestess of love
Plant me in your womb. No moth, there would
In the crack of dawn, I’ll bloom—-
How wondrous, you strip your veil each morning
Naked as a jaybird, with pristine promises—-
Teaching virtue to the trees, a chorale of
crickets for evensong
Draping the day into an inky bed
Sightless, your beauty; in a facade of trees
Impeaching hard against, this injustice
Let me be the high priest of the morning—-
Echem John
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