EUREKA!

Under the unclad moon;

Burying the illuminated sun’s  scorch,

We smooched our fettered lips;

Tingling, jingling soul jars;

into a sole jar of ecstasy.

Her moans stretched through my bones to the marrows,

Giggling the capillaries in my arteries,

where pain melted.

The jingling jugging tingles

of the cicada singing birds

echoed solemn songs

into our charged lobes.

And as my feeble fidgety fingers figured

the keys to the KEY room;

Eureka! a loud bang rudely landed on my spine,

It was a rude dawn.

***Ecstatic fantasies of a Poet***

Written by Bankole Kolawole

Edited by: Graciano Enwerem