Do Not Die Today

Postpone your death till “neveruary”,
I need more motivation to grow,
be sure to wake after the cock’s crow.

To me, every day is the fourteenth of February,
you’re the heart that flows my bloodstreams,
you direct movies in my dreams.

You’ve been a lover of my art,
like Babalawo, healer of my heart,
words hot and cold like ikogosi spring,
though they pierce like a bee’s sting,
I’ll bond you with a ring, remove you from Miss,
be your prince charming, save you with a kiss.

Wildkhard