O Amon – Oletu Oghenenyore C. (Nyore Note).

O Amon,
I desire you to smile for me
Crouching in my arm like an egg
In a nest, cackling to my face
While the sun passes by
To roost.

My garden is barren
The first I cultured didn’t blossom
Bad soil, no manure, and light.

& you, but I fear
If another farmer has come earlier.
Am jealous like the twin river
Never mixing.

It’s 23:39
Sleepless, thinking.
My eyes peeping the nightcrawlers
Marauding at odd hours, looking for prey.
Stars are having a siesta, no wink, black sky.

& you, O Amon,
What am doing
At the dead of the night?
Thanking God I found you.
I love you.